Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground. — Janet Fitch Battle Copy Share Image
She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head. — Janet Fitch Detachment Copy Share Image
He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“This ragged heart," she said, pulling at her kimono. "I should rip it out and bury it for compost.” — Janet Fitch Kimono Copy Share Image
“Taste his fear. It tastes just like champagne. Cold and crisp and absolutely without sweetness.” — Janet Fitch Fear Copy Share Image
She laughed so easily when she was happy. But also when she was sad. — Janet Fitch Happiness Copy Share Image
Once you get below the floor of our personal identities, we're all connected. Perhaps that's why we can move into others' lives. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I emitted some civetlike female stink, a distinct perfume of sexual wanting, that he had followed to find me here in the… — Janet Fitch Dark Copy Share Image
“Reverend Thomas said that in hell, the sinners were indifferent to the suffering of others, it was part of damnation. I hadn't… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
“I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despair wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favourite music, find… — Janet Fitch Depression Copy Share Image
I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured… — Janet Fitch Book Copy Share Image
Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky. — Janet Fitch Blue Copy Share Image
I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I felt like an Israeli girl soldier, in shorts and the hot wind, sighting down the barrel of the rifle, holding the… — Janet Fitch Strange feeling Copy Share Image
It wasn't awful to be dead. The stillness would almost be a relief. She wouldn't want pain, she wouldn't want to be… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I watched her for a long time, memorizing her shoulders, her long-legged gait. This was how girls left. They packed up their… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Especially the first one I thought it explained their relationship. At several points at the beginning of the story I wondered how… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“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 Bird Copy Share Image
I thought of my mother as Queen Christina, cool and sad, eyes trained on some distant horizon. That was where she belonged,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Darkness coiled between what he wanted them to believe and the self he despised. It only made him more alone. How could… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Let me tell you a few things about regret...There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
“Josie examined the booklet, candelabra on the cover, a program. Brahms, and then Psalm 16, Psalm 32, Bach. A prayer, the Mourner's… — Janet Fitch Judaism Copy Share Image
“for she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame. who in the world would have thot of… — Janet Fitch Love Copy Share Image
“The world that was the emonation of divine had been reduced to a handful of dust. Thousands of people, all caught in… — Janet Fitch Death Copy Share Image
“It sickens me to think of you a prevalence of void unholy immovable damned. gifts. an overblown sense of his own importance.… — Janet Fitch Ability to love Copy Share Image
So much wanting and longing, clutching, desiring, passion and hatred and terrible need. Here, death was suitable, there was room for it,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I squatted by the water as it flowed over the tumbled rocks, thought how far they must've come to have settled in… — Janet Fitch Fresh water Copy Share Image
“Anyone could buy a green Jaguar, find beauty in a Japanese screen two thousand years old. I would rather be a connoisseur… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
