How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way? — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
...The men eyed her with the automatic mix of curiosity, lust, and aesthetic judgment they always gave young women, subject to object,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I imagined my soul taking in these words like silicated water in the Petrified Forest, turning my wood to patterned agate. I… — 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
Who was I, really? I was the sole occupant of my mother's totalitarian state, my own personal history rewritten to fit the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Many women get involved with a man that you pretty much know isn't suitable and you're kind of breaking your rules, but… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Wasn't that the way it always was? You didn't know, you couldn't tell, you just let it happen... Perhaps they didn't know… — 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
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
A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was… — 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
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
In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the… — 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
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
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. — 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
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
