Rita Mae Brown Quotes

novelist, poet, screenwriter, activist (born 1944)

Rita Mae Brown (born November 28, 1944) is a prolific American writer who became famous with her first novel Rubyfruit Jungle; she is also a mystery writer and an Emmy-nominated screenwriter.

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Alternative Names: Sneaky Pie Brown

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Normal is the average of deviance.

Oh great, you too. So now I wear this label 'Queer' emblazoned across my chest. Or I could always carve a scarlet 'L' on my forehead. Why does everyone have to put you in a box and nail the lid on it? I don't know what I am — polymorphous and perverse. Shit. I don't even know if I'm white. I'm me. That's all I am and all I want to be. Do I have to be something?

I think the reason I choose the comic approach so often is because it's harder, therefore affording me the opportunity to show off.

High heels were invented by a woman who had once been kissed on the forehead.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

No, but three will get you back on the freeway!

If you don't like my book, write your own. If you don't think you can write a novel, that ought to tell you something. If you think you can, do. No excuses. If you still don't like my novel, find a book you do like. Life is too short to be miserable. If you do like my novels, I commend your good taste.

Sex makes monkeys out of all of us. If you don’t give in to it, you wind up a cold, unfeeling bastard. If you do, you spend the rest of your life picking up the pieces. . . .

I believe that we often disguise pain through ritual and it may be the only solace we have.

The writer's job is not to write a novel, hold it up and say, “Here I am,” but to write a novel, hold it up and say, “Here YOU are.

Dean: Don't you find that somewhat of an aberration? Doesn't this disturb you my dear? After all, it's not normal.

Molly: I know it's not normal for people in this world to be happy, and I'm happy.

Oh well, maybe the only beauty left in cities is in the oil slicks on the road and maybe there isn't any beauty left in the people who live in these places.

I hate the telephone. I think the lowest circle of hell is reserved for Alexander Graham Bell.

Whoever heard of a neurotic frog? Where do humans get off thinking they're the pinnacle of evolution?

All this overt heterosexuality amused me. If only they knew.

I believe in a lively disrespect for most forms of authority.