Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. — 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
she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you… — Janet Fitch 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 Copy Share Image
Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
But that was the thing about zero. Its weakness. Even if zero had taken over the entire universe, the biggest fascist of… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
This involves more than I can discuss here, but do it. Read the writers of great prose dialogue-people like Robert Stone and… — 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
