“He just wanted to stand close to her, touch her hair that was white as glacier milk...” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars. — Janet Fitch Astronomy Copy Share Image
The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“That beautiful girl, she was a universe, bearer of these words that rang like gongs, that tumbled like flutes made of human… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of… — Janet Fitch Beautiful 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 Copy Share Image
I use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm… — Janet Fitch Autobiographical Copy Share Image
“This was the life I was going to be living, everybody separated from everybody else, hanging on for a moment, only to… — Janet Fitch Life Copy Share Image
“I felt on the verge of something, a mystery that surrounded me like gauze, something I was beginning to unwind.” — Janet Fitch Grief Copy Share Image
I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the… — Janet Fitch Amazing talent Copy Share Image
You can't shape me anymore. I am the uncontrolled element, the random act. I am forward movement in time. You think you… — Janet Fitch Elements Copy Share Image
I usually start with something that has some energy, like a compressed character or a situation that's wound up like a spring.… — Janet Fitch Beginning Copy Share Image
The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I imagined my soul taking in these words like silicated water in the Petrified Forest, turning my wood to patterned agate. I… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Always tell us where we are. And don't just tell us where something is, make it pay off. Use description of landscape… — Janet Fitch Books Copy Share Image
“I wanted to freeze this moment forever, the chimes, the slight splash of the water, the chink of the dogs’ leashes, laughter… — Janet Fitch Happiness Copy Share Image
“I walked along the side with the spray-painted trees, some in white like a starched chemical snowfall, others painted gold, pink, red,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
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 Attention Copy Share Image
“Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning… — Janet Fitch 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 Human condition Copy Share Image
“Everybody asks why I started at the end and worked back to the beginning, the reason is simple, I couldn't understand the… — Janet Fitch Beginning Copy Share Image
“Who can know God's intentions? Who can know Hid Mind?" She looked at the coffin, lying there like a giant question mark.… — Janet Fitch End of the day Copy Share Image
“At night she began cooking things in the kitchen, things too strange to mention. She steeped oleander in boiling water, and the… — Janet Fitch Gardening Copy Share Image
“I didn't tell her about the free-for-alls on the school yard, muggings on the bus. A girl burned a cigarette hole in… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Her voice was trained, supple as leather, precise as a knife thrower's blade. Singing or talking, it had the same graceful quality,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“what was the point in creating something that was so futile and so precious? everything beautiful was like that. a little bit… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“They explained about the epidurals and drugs, but no one there was going to have drugs. They all wanted the natural experience.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
