“you ever wonder why people get out of bed in the morning? why do they bother? why not just drink turpentine?” — Janet Fitch Life Copy Share Image
I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated. — Janet Fitch Beautiful Copy Share Image
Who are you? the band sang. I tried to remember but I really couldn't say. — Janet Fitch Band Copy Share Image
These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain — Janet Fitch Friend Copy Share Image
She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head. — Janet Fitch Detachment Copy Share Image
“You've got to let go of who you were, to become who you will be.” — Janet Fitch Person Copy Share Image
His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat… — Janet Fitch Celebs Copy Share Image
“His guitar bore his longing up into the darkness like sparks, a music profound in its objectless desire, beautiful beyond solace or… — Janet Fitch Desire Copy Share Image
“The stroke of the brush was the evidence of the gesture of your arm. A record of your existence, the quality of… — Janet Fitch Artist Copy Share Image
I wish my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart. — Janet Fitch Broke Copy Share Image
It's their skins I'm peeling," she said. "The skins of the insipid scribblers, which I graft to the page, creating monsters of… — Janet Fitch Creating Copy Share Image
In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the… — Janet Fitch Being hurt Copy Share Image
Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow,… — Janet Fitch Feels Copy Share Image
What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to… — Janet Fitch Loneliness 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 Beauty Copy Share Image
That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific-chair, eye, stone- but when you talked about feelings, words were too… — Janet Fitch Feelings Copy Share Image
There used to be a category called women's fiction - meaning not too rude, not too much sex, a bit domestic and… — Janet Fitch Bits Copy Share Image
“I felt like an Israeli girl soldier, in shorts and the hot wind, sighting down the barrel of the rifle, holding the… — Janet Fitch Strange feeling Copy Share Image
It wasn't awful to be dead. The stillness would almost be a relief. She wouldn't want pain, she wouldn't want to be… — Janet Fitch Awful Copy Share Image
I watched her for a long time, memorizing her shoulders, her long-legged gait. This was how girls left. They packed up their… — Janet Fitch Begging Copy Share Image
Aquamarines grew with emeralds, Claire told me. But emeralds were fragile and always broke into smaller pieces, while aquamarines were stronger, grew… — Janet Fitch Break 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 Beauty Copy Share Image
I wondered why it had to be so poisonous. Oleanders could live through anything, they could stand heat, drought, neglect, and put… — Janet Fitch Bitter 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… — Janet Fitch Architecture Copy Share Image
“How could I forget. I was her ghost daughter, sitting at empty tables with crayons and pens while she worked on a… — Janet Fitch Children Copy Share Image
What is a scene? a) A scene starts and ends in one place at one time (the Aristotelian unities of time and… — Janet Fitch Angry Copy Share Image
“But then I realized, they weren't calling out for their own mothers. Not those weak women, those victims. Drug addicts, shopaholics, cookie… — Janet Fitch Behind closed doors Copy Share Image
“You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it.… — Janet Fitch Regret Copy Share Image
“Josie examined the booklet, candelabra on the cover, a program. Brahms, and then Psalm 16, Psalm 32, Bach. A prayer, the Mourner's… — Janet Fitch Judaism Copy Share Image
“for she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame. who in the world would have thot of… — Janet Fitch Love Copy Share Image
