I couldn’t get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn’t last. Frances Farmer Read Quote
It puzzled me that other people hadn’t found out, too. God was gone. We were younger. We had reached past him. Why couldn’t they see it? It still puzzles me. Frances Farmer Read Quote
I just knew that God wasn’t there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget. Frances Farmer Read Quote
The more people pointed at me in scorn the more stubborn I got and when they began calling me the Bad Girl of West Seattle High, I tried to live up to it. Frances Farmer Read Quote
The Sunday School teacher talked too much in the way our grade school teacher used to when she told us about George Washington. Pleasant, pretty stories, but not true. Frances Farmer Read Quote
I went to Sunday School and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn’t believe them. Frances Farmer Read Quote
But I was sure of one thing. If God were a father, with children, that cleanliness I had been feeling wasn’t God. Frances Farmer Read Quote
That satisfied me until I began to figure that if God loved all his children equally, why did he bother about my red hat and let other people lose their fathers and mothers for always? Frances Farmer Read Quote
