I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
When you're a little kid, you are small, your life is small - and you're terrifically aware of that. But when you… — 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 Copy Share Image
So much wanting and longing, clutching, desiring, passion and hatred and terrible need. Here, death was suitable, there was room for it,… — 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
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 Copy Share Image
What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest? — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy,why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
In our exterior life, we can be only one person. But in our imagination, we can be anyone, anywhere. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“you ever wonder why people get out of bed in the morning? why do they bother? why not just drink turpentine?” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then… — 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
I decided that if I was never going to sell anything as long as I lived, I might as well do what… — 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
“If I were a poet, that’s what I’d write about. People who worked in the middle of the night. They knew how… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“How had she ever been so ignorant? How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas… — Janet Fitch 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 Copy Share Image
“Just like life. Each person was like one line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor… — 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
