“If I were a poet, that’s what I’d write about. People who worked in the middle of the night. Men who loaded… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“The view of the highway was so bad that you could not even see the next viaduct. Te moment it loomed out… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The poets are the standard bearers of language. Their work lives or dies word by word. When I write and can hear… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I squatted by the water as it flowed over the tumbled rocks, thought how far they must've come to have settled in… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“You must find... someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite… — 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
“Always learn poems by heart,' she said. 'They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll… — 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
Just because a poet said something didn’t mean it was true, only that it sounded good. — 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
