“You never thought, maybe I should have left Astrid some words.” — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
In our exterior life, we can be only one person. But in our imagination, we can be anyone, anywhere. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer. — Janet Fitch Computer Copy Share Image
“Mainly, it was the sense of order, vision retained over time, that brought me to my knees.” — Janet Fitch Dreams Copy Share Image
Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal. — Janet Fitch Food Copy Share Image
My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The stupid things you say in the rain, that can't ever be washed away. — Janet Fitch Rain Copy Share Image
A couple of times, I could have turned a trick. But I didn't want to start. I knew how it would play.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of… — Janet Fitch Barnacles Copy Share Image
“The damned could be saved, he said, anytime. But they refused to give up their sins. Though they suffered endlessly, they would… — Janet Fitch Divine love Copy Share Image
The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
If evil means to be self-motivated, to be the center of one’s own universe, to live on one’s own terms, then every… — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
Writing mirrors the interior self. You know, any book is like the perfect blueprint of the psyche of the author. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy,why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without… — Janet Fitch Life Copy Share Image
“A phrase that would have sent Michael into ecstasies of loathing. Sort of Einstein meets Jayne Mansfield . . . Hitler meets Roy Rogers.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have to take jobs like this. She would be half a planet away, floating in… — Janet Fitch Guilt Copy Share Image
“How it was. How it was that the earth could open up under you and swallow you whole, close above you as… — Janet Fitch Nature Copy Share Image
At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all… — Janet Fitch Conductor Copy Share Image
I nodded. A man's world. But what did it mean? That men whistled and stared and yelled things at you, and you… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Rena squinted at me, blowing a strand of her matte black hair out of her face, exasperated. 'You get good price for… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
...I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn't come… — Janet Fitch Beer Copy Share Image
“Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way? — Janet Fitch Men Copy Share Image
Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched… — Janet Fitch Exhaustion Copy Share Image
And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing. — Janet Fitch God Copy Share Image
Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness. — Janet Fitch Darkness Copy Share Image
Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge. — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
“If only we could be back there right now, a soft rain falling, in the cabin, the woodstove.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“love is temperamental. tiring. it makes demands. love uses you. changes its mind.” — Janet Fitch Love Copy Share Image
“He was so damn perverse, he preferred to dream it than to make it come true.” — Janet Fitch Dream Copy Share Image
