A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself. — Janet Fitch 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 think that Oprah's on a mission to improve the lives of the average American in various ways. And one of them… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I usually start with something that has some energy, like a compressed character or a situation that's wound up like a spring.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
My father was an engineer - he wasn't literary, not a writer or a journalist, but he was one of the world's… — Janet Fitch 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 Copy Share Image
I'm incredibly restless. I read a lot of poetry. I also find myself reading the first 20 pages of everything, looking for… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Your protagonist is your reader’s portal into the story. The more observant he or she can be, the more vivid will be… — 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
Always tell us where we are. And don't just tell us where something is, make it pay off. Use description of landscape… — 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
