Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“The way Starr felt in church, that's how I felt at the art museum, both safe and elevated.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential.… — 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 Copy Share Image
“Just make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your… — 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 Copy Share Image
“I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“You want car?' Rena said. 'Artist college? You think I don't know? How you think you pay? So this dress. Pretty dress.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
It was her first book, an indigo cover with a silver moonflower, an art nouveau flower, I traced my finger along the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The decor bowled me over. Everywhere I looked, there was something more to see. Botanical prints, a cross section of pomegranates, a… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its… — Janet Fitch 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 next, visceral,… — Janet Fitch 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 simply be… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy. — 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 you pray… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
When most people looked at Josie Tyrell, they only saw a certain collection of bones, a selection of forms filling space. But Michael saw… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“They can't touch us. We're the Vikings. We go into battle without armor for the flush and the blood of it.” — Janet Fitch 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 danger.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“To dare to see is to steal fire from the Gods. This is mankind's destiny, the engine which fuels us as a race. Three… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“If I were a poet, that’s what I’d write about. People who worked in the middle of the night. Men who loaded trains, emergency… — 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 of the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
