It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have. — 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
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
As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things. — 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
Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them. — 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
It wasn't awful to be dead. The stillness would almost be a relief. She wouldn't want pain, she wouldn't want to be… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Don't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely. Lonliness is the human condition. No… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I decided that if I was never going to sell anything as long as I lived, I might as well do what… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I nodded. A man's world. But what did it mean? That men whistled and stared and yelled things at you, and you… — 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 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
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
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
“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
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
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
“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
“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
“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
This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster. — Janet Fitch Copy Share
“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
“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
“We received our coloring from Norsemen. Hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees. We are the ones… — Janet Fitch Copy Share
¨Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share
I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds. — Janet Fitch Copy Share
