Janet Fitch

“He had loved her, but he hated himself more.”

— Janet Fitch

A cliche is everything you've ever heard of.

— Janet Fitch

Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.

— Janet Fitch

To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.

— Janet Fitch

What happened to a dream without a dreamer?

— Janet Fitch

Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.

— Janet Fitch

How many people ask you to come share their life?

— Janet Fitch

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

— Janet Fitch

“God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.”

— Janet Fitch

without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life.

— Janet Fitch

As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be.

— Janet Fitch

she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.

— Janet Fitch

“don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live underneath them.”

— Janet Fitch

Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.

— Janet Fitch

“It was all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.”

— Janet Fitch

I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke…

— Janet Fitch

“Mother prescribing her books like medicines. A good dose of Whitman would set me straight, like castor oil. But at least she…

— Janet Fitch

“Knew what it was to loose him. That specific being. that unique and miraculous collision of biology and history, spirit and matter.”

— Janet Fitch

“The view of the highway was so bad that you could not even see the next viaduct. Te moment it loomed out…

— Janet Fitch

“To them, pain was a country they had heard of, maybe watched a show about on TV, but one whose stamp had…

— Janet Fitch

When I start writing, my unconscious, my conflicts, my thoughts all start to come up. So for me, writing is an exploration.…

— Janet Fitch

“For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like…

— Janet Fitch

“Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear.”

— Janet Fitch

“It was a shrine. Josie hadn't thought to do that. She had no shrine, no candles. She only knew how to kill…

— Janet Fitch

At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all…

— Janet Fitch

“How it was. How it was that the earth could open up under you and swallow you whole, close above you as…

— Janet Fitch

“If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have to take jobs like this. She would be half a planet away, floating in…

— Janet Fitch

“I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember…

— Janet Fitch

They wanted the real mother, the blood mother, the great womb, mother of fierce compassion, a woman large enough to hold all…

— Janet Fitch

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

“The damned could be saved...anytime. But they refused to give up their sins. Though they suffered endlessly, they would not give them…

— Janet Fitch

“Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands.…

— Janet Fitch

“I squatted by the water as it flowed over the tumbled rocks, thought how far they must've come to have settled in…

— Janet Fitch

So much wanting and longing, clutching, desiring, passion and hatred and terrible need. Here, death was suitable, there was room for it,…

— Janet Fitch

“Everybody asks why I started at the end and worked back to the beginning, the reason is simple, I couldn't understand the…

— Janet Fitch

¨Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to…

— Janet Fitch

“Anyone could buy a green Jaguar, find beauty in a Japanese screen two thousand years old. I would rather be a connoisseur…

— Janet Fitch

“The world that was the emonation of divine had been reduced to a handful of dust. Thousands of people, all caught in…

— Janet Fitch

“for she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame. who in the world would have thot of…

— Janet Fitch

“Josie examined the booklet, candelabra on the cover, a program. Brahms, and then Psalm 16, Psalm 32, Bach. A prayer, the Mourner's…

— Janet Fitch