That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave… — Janet Fitch Bitter Copy Share Image
“You must find... someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite… — Janet Fitch Poetry Copy Share Image
“You never thought, maybe I should have left Astrid some words.” — Janet Fitch 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. They knew how… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
We don't have a unitary society anymore, you know; it's very fragmented. I look up and down my block in Silverlake and… — Janet Fitch Block Copy Share Image
His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat… — Janet Fitch Celebs Copy Share Image
“This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that… — Janet Fitch Astrid Copy Share Image
Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.... — Janet Fitch Exhaustion Copy Share Image
Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in… — Janet Fitch Born Copy Share Image
The writer is both a sadist and a masochist. We create people we love, and then we torture them. The more we… — Janet Fitch Bigs Copy Share Image
“Always learn poems by heart,' she said. 'They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll… — Janet Fitch Poetry Copy Share Image
I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and… — Janet Fitch Angle Copy Share Image
“Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt.… — Janet Fitch Hatred 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 Life Copy Share Image
I'm incredibly restless. I read a lot of poetry. I also find myself reading the first 20 pages of everything, looking for… — Janet Fitch Book Copy Share Image
“I wished I could shut it in a locket to wear aroung my neck. I wish a thousand-year sleep would find us,… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
“To them, pain was a country they had heard of, maybe watched a show about on TV, but one whose stamp had… — Janet Fitch Pain Copy Share Image
Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human. — Janet Fitch Being human Copy Share Image
“Men... No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.” — Janet Fitch Men Copy Share Image
These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain — Janet Fitch Lying Copy Share Image
“Knew what it was to loose him. That specific being. that unique and miraculous collision of biology and history, spirit and matter.” — Janet Fitch Biology Copy Share Image
