The stupid things you say in the rain, that can't ever be washed away. — Janet Fitch Rain Copy Share Image
A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself. — Janet Fitch Books Copy Share Image
She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar. — Janet Fitch Dancing Copy Share Image
Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids. — Janet Fitch Bird Copy Share Image
“Men... No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.” — Janet Fitch Men Copy Share Image
“Knew what it was to loose him. That specific being. that unique and miraculous collision of biology and history, spirit and matter.” — Janet Fitch Biology Copy Share Image
“Mother prescribing her books like medicines. A good dose of Whitman would set me straight, like castor oil. But at least she… — Janet Fitch Books 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
The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do… — Janet Fitch Blue 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
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
“Now was too big, like a giant dark planet coming up over the horizon. she wanted then. That's what he'd seen that… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“the gamelan created in the listener a brain wave beyond all alphas and betas and thetas, a brain wave that paralyzed the… — Janet Fitch Brain Copy Share Image
The writer is both a sadist and a masochist. We create people we love, and then we torture them. The more we… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“She was breaking her rules. They weren't stone after all, only small and fragile as paper cranes… I understood why she held… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Many women get involved with a man that you pretty much know isn't suitable and you're kind of breaking your rules, but… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I'm always gratified when I check something I've made up and discover that I've gotten it right. How can we imagine something… — 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.… — Janet Fitch Suffering Copy Share Image
“I would rather live out on the desert alone, like an old prospector. All I needed was a small water source. What… — Janet Fitch Desert Copy Share Image
“The way Starr felt in church, that's how I felt at the art museum, both safe and elevated.” — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
Just because a poet said something didn’t mean it was true, only that it sounded good. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Michael used to draw self-portraits with nightmares hidden in his curls.” — Janet Fitch Artist Copy Share Image
This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster. — Janet Fitch Disaster Copy Share Image
Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright. — Janet Fitch Bears Copy Share Image
I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
