Pick a better verb. Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of… — Janet Fitch Bombs Copy Share Image
“He'd loved her, he had. And he knew she loved him, he knew it! But it wasn't enough. She couldn't have imagined… — Janet Fitch Love Copy Share Image
Let me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“their eager eyes unlocking the secrets of the human form. who could just look at it as it is, without prettying it… — Janet Fitch Eyes Copy Share Image
“You must find... someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite… — Janet Fitch Lover Copy Share Image
Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened… — Janet Fitch Cold Copy Share Image
She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you… — Janet Fitch Days of the week Copy Share Image
If this was a sandalwood pyre she would have thrown herself in and this paper she'd become would have caught fire and… — Janet Fitch Bird Copy Share Image
“I liked it when my mother tried to teach me things, when she paid attention. So often when I was with her,… — Janet Fitch Parenting Copy Share Image
“I tried on Claire's double strand of pearls in the mirror, ran the smooth, lustrous beads through my fingers, touched the coral… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside them. It wasn’t like America,… — janet fitch Berlin Copy Share Image
Now I wish she'd never broken any of her rules. I understood why she held to them so hard. Once you broke… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Remember...we don't see objects, we see light. [...] Light can do anything water can do--flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an… — Janet Fitch Artist Copy Share Image
In a train...smash. In his arm her last...breath.' He had loved her. But he hated himself more. Such suffering, so much pain.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“If I were a poet, that’s what I’d write about. People who worked in the middle of the night. They knew how… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
“Who am I? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely. You are too nostalgic, you want memory… — Janet Fitch Artist Copy Share Image
“(letters) They were like a kelp forest, they cast a weird green light, you could get lost there, become tangled and drown.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
A cliche is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“And suddenly I felt panic. I'd made a mistake, like when I'd played chess with Ray and knew a second too late… — Janet Fitch Anxiety Copy Share Image
history only existed in the human mind, subject to endless revision. 'each man kills the thing he loves'-Oscar Wilde. You kill it… — Janet Fitch Accidents Copy Share Image
I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Prostitute. Whore. What did they really mean anyway? Only words. Words trailing their streamers of judgment. I hated labels anyway. People didn't… — Janet Fitch Ideals Copy Share Image
Who was I, really? I was the sole occupant of my mother's totalitarian state, my own personal history rewritten to fit the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I think that Oprah's on a mission to improve the lives of the average American in various ways. And one of them… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to… — Janet Fitch Alone Copy Share Image
![“Remember...we don't see objects, we see light. [...] Light can do anything water can do--flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an artist can do--paint, burnish, carve. Candlelight falls, licks a face. There is always light in a room.” quote by Janet Fitch](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/a2e/janet-fitch-717_artist_remember-we-don-t-see-objects-we-see-lig_2839026.jpg)
