No matter where I was, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“This is Zen", she said. "No flaw, no moment's hesitation. A window onto grace.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. — 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
“This was the life I was going to be living, everybody separated from everybody else, hanging on for a moment, only to… — 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
I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke… — 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
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
This was the life I was going to be living, everybody separated from everybody else, hanging on for a moment only to… — 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
“I wanted to freeze this moment forever, the chimes, the slight splash of the water, the chink of the dogs’ leashes, laughter… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses… — 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
“I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside them. It wasn’t like America,… — janet fitch Copy Share Image
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
“I was graduating in two months, but I wasn't to Pitzer, that was for sure. I was the old child, the past… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
What is a scene? a) A scene starts and ends in one place at one time (the Aristotelian unities of time and… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I watched her for a long time, memorizing her shoulders, her long-legged gait. This was how girls left. They packed up their… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I left walking backwards so I wouldn't miss a moment of her. I hated the idea of going back to Marvel's, so… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Who am I? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely. You are too nostalgic, you want memory… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“It was that you had to take so many stompings from life that you'd be happy when the time came to close… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Mainly, it was the sense of order, vision retained over time, that brought me to my knees.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Beauty said there was something more than just one fucking thing after another. Time could rest for a moment, stop all that… — 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
“We parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
at least if you were ignorant you could do wat you wanted. you had no idea wat had been acheived in the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I imagined the lies the valedictorian was telling them right now. About the exciting future that lies ahead. I wish she'd tell… — 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
