I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I wished I could shut it in a locket to wear aroung my neck. I wish a thousand-year sleep would find us,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Beauty was deceptive. I would rather wear my pain, my ugliness. I was torn and stitched. I was a strip mine, and… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Music. A flower in a vase on the tray. A January rose, it wouldn't last long, all big and full-blown like that.… — 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,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Darkness coiled between what he wanted them to believe and the self he despised. It only made him more alone. How could… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people… — Janet Fitch 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
“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
“Anyone could buy a green Jaguar, find beauty in a Japanese screen two thousand years old. I would rather be a connoisseur… — 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
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
