Nobody had forgotten anything here. In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
A dependent clause (a sentence fragment set off by commas, dontcha know) helps you explore your story by moving you deeper into… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I think that Oprah's on a mission to improve the lives of the average American in various ways. And one of them… — Janet Fitch 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 Copy Share Image
I took my mother's knife and played johnny johnny johnny on the playhouse floor. I was drunk, stabbed myself every few throws.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I think we're starved for a life of the senses. We're in the garage, we're in the car, we drive to work,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
A couple of times, I could have turned a trick. But I didn't want to start. I knew how it would play.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Your protagonist is your reader’s portal into the story. The more observant he or she can be, the more vivid will be… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
You can't shape me anymore. I am the uncontrolled element, the random act. I am forward movement in time. You think you… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
To make films, you have to have boundless energy; you have to work and play with others really, really well, and I'm… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She was starting to think there might be such a thing as karma - that repetition - maybe you lived through the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
history only existed in the human mind, subject to endless revision. 'each man kills the thing he loves'-Oscar Wilde. You kill it… — 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
