He hated crowds, never liked punk. He couldn't handle the nakedness of the rage -his own so sophisticated and finely tuned. He… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Well, she wasn’t strong enough to avoid being the background of my art. Just the background. Her words just my canvas.” — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
“You imagine you can see me, Mother? All you could ever see was your own face in a mirror.” “Who am I,… — Janet Fitch Mother Copy Share Image
I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Her voice made me drunk, deep and sun-warmed, a hint of a foreign accent, Swedish singsong a generation removed.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It… — Janet Fitch Awe Copy Share Image
If I get ideas independently of the act of writing, they never really fit. So for me, there's no hanging out, waiting… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She was starting to think there might be such a thing as karma - that repetition - maybe you lived through the… — Janet Fitch Caring Copy Share Image
I wanted to hear what she was saying. I wanted to smell that burnt midnight again, I wanted to feel that wind.… — Janet Fitch California Copy Share Image
I imagined Kandinsky's mind, spread out all over the world, and then gathered together. Everyone having only a piece of the puzzle.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
But that was the thing about zero. Its weakness. Even if zero had taken over the entire universe, the biggest fascist of… — Janet Fitch Atoms 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
They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the… — Janet Fitch Braille Copy Share Image
“I wanted to be esteemed by the cognoscenti." Josie heard her father in her head, See, I told you. She's laughin at… — Janet Fitch Parenting Copy Share Image
And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be… — Janet Fitch Children Copy Share Image
“This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I tried writing fiction as a little kid, but had a teacher humiliate me, so didn't write again until I was a… — Janet Fitch College Copy Share Image
I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I wished I could draw the way her broad-shouldered body threw a shadow on the moonpale dust. How brave she looked just… — Janet Fitch Shadow Copy Share Image
“But I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest… — Janet Fitch Danger Copy Share Image
“That fucking crow-bodied thing had won. How gleeful it was now. All because he'd wanted to live, forget genius and destiny, and… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
To make films, you have to have boundless energy; you have to work and play with others really, really well, and I'm… — Janet Fitch Boundless Copy Share Image
Love's an illusion. It's a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. I'd rather have cash. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Wasn't that the way it always was? You didn't know, you couldn't tell, you just let it happen... Perhaps they didn't know… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your… — Janet Fitch Age Copy Share Image
Being in the library is so addictive for me that I really have to exercise self-control so I can get some writing… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Nobody had forgotten anything here. In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside… — Janet Fitch America Copy Share Image
“Crows squawked raucously in the trees. It sounded like they were tearing something apart, something they didn't even want, just for the… — Janet Fitch Bird Copy Share Image
she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“What’s real is always worth it,' she explained to me. 'Look how it’s made.' She showed me the shoulders, the way they… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
“My words, that's what she wanted. What's this? she kept asking. What's this? But how could I tell her? She'd taken all… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
“Other boys were happy enough to enjoy the show, they just wanted to be entertained in the body's shadow theater.” — Janet Fitch Theater Copy Share Image
“It was that you had to take so many stompings from life that you'd be happy when the time came to close… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Beauty said there was something more than just one fucking thing after another. Time could rest for a moment, stop all that… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“This was the wonderful thing about strangers. They were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw whatever you liked on their… — Janet Fitch Strangers Copy Share Image
“I was graduating in two months, but I wasn't to Pitzer, that was for sure. I was the old child, the past… — Janet Fitch Children Copy Share Image
“It wasn't like America, where we scraped the earth clean, thinking we could start again every time. We hadn't learned yet, there… — Janet Fitch America Copy Share Image
