“Things weren’t real to you. They were just raw material for you to reshape to tell a story you liked better. You could never just listen to a boy play guitar, you’d have to turn it into a poem, make… — Janet Finch Copy Share Image
“If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand… — Janet Finch Copy Share Image
“Things weren’t real to you. They were just raw material for you to reshape to tell a story you liked better. You could never… — Janet Finch Copy Share Image
“The people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger. They were blind sleepwalkers on tightropes, fingers… — Janet Finch Copy Share Image
There is nothing to be done. Just make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on… — Janet Finch Copy Share Image
“The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only the oleanders… — Janet Finch Copy Share Image
I know it feels like you have all these options and when you make a decision, you lose a world of possibilities. But the… — Janet Finch 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 soul impervious… — Janet Finch Copy Share Image
