Janet Fitch

There is no God, there is only what you want.

— Janet Fitch

“Someday I would have lovers and write a poem after”

— Janet Fitch

Dawn tinted the darkness like water ink.

— Janet Fitch

“I'm a fish swimming by Ray. Catch me if you want me.”

— Janet Fitch

“Death now or death later, that was the real question.”

— Janet Fitch

It's such a liability to love another person.

— Janet Fitch

You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you

— Janet Fitch

“I felt my guilt like a brand.”

— Janet Fitch

“He just wanted to stand close to her, touch her hair that was white as glacier milk...”

— Janet Fitch

The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.

— Janet Fitch

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow.

— Janet Fitch

I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze.

— Janet Fitch

When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.

— Janet Fitch

It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.

— Janet Fitch

“People losing each other, their hands slipping loose in a crowd.”

— Janet Fitch

It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.

— Janet Fitch

“I wished I could shut it in a locket to wear aroung my neck. I wish a thousand-year sleep would find us,…

— Janet Fitch

“Nobody knew anyone else’s private world. In the end, they were all alone as inmates on death row, side by side. Sometimes…

— Janet Fitch

“How had she ever been so ignorant? How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas…

— Janet Fitch

But I knew one more thing. That people w ho denied who they were or where they had been were in the…

— Janet Fitch

The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand…

— Janet Fitch

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave…

— Janet Fitch

She wanted to wake up like Dorothy and see Michael's face peering over the side of the bed, laughing. WHY, YOU JUST…

— Janet Fitch

“If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?”

— Janet Fitch

“Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning…

— Janet Fitch

Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love…

— Janet Fitch

“Just make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your…

— Janet Fitch

Don't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely. Lonliness is the human condition. No…

— Janet Fitch

This involves more than I can discuss here, but do it. Read the writers of great prose dialogue-people like Robert Stone and…

— Janet Fitch

“Nobody ever complained? Girls were kind. No one ever told him, I could barely stay awake. If only you'd come faster, I…

— Janet Fitch

Darkness coiled between what he wanted them to believe and the self he despised. It only made him more alone. How could…

— Janet Fitch

“Rena noticed me watching it pass. 'You think they don't got problem?' Rena said. 'Everybody got problem. You got me, they got…

— Janet Fitch

“You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it.…

— Janet Fitch

“But then I realized, they weren't calling out for their own mothers. Not those weak women, those victims. Drug addicts, shopaholics, cookie…

— Janet Fitch

“How could I forget. I was her ghost daughter, sitting at empty tables with crayons and pens while she worked on a…

— Janet Fitch

“I don't let anyone touch me," I finally said. Why not?" Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways,…

— Janet Fitch

What is a scene? a) A scene starts and ends in one place at one time (the Aristotelian unities of time and…

— Janet Fitch

When most people looked at Josie Tyrell, they only saw a certain collection of bones, a selection of forms filling space. But…

— Janet Fitch

“They wanted the real mother, the blood mother, the great womb, mother of fierce compassion, a woman large enough to hold all…

— Janet Fitch

I wondered why it had to be so poisonous. Oleanders could live through anything, they could stand heat, drought, neglect, and put…

— Janet Fitch