“I liked it when my mother tried to teach me things, when she paid attention. So often when I was with her,… — Janet Fitch Parenting Copy Share Image
Pick a better verb. Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of… — Janet Fitch Bombs Copy Share Image
As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer. — Janet Fitch Computer 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 Elements Copy Share Image
“Michael used to draw self-portraits with nightmares hidden in his curls.” — Janet Fitch Painting Copy Share Image
without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life. — Janet Fitch Faces 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 Bigs Copy Share Image
I thought of my mother as Queen Christina, cool and sad, eyes trained on some distant horizon. That was where she belonged,… — Janet Fitch Enough Copy Share Image
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. — Janet Fitch Conditions Copy Share Image
Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground. — Janet Fitch Battle Copy Share Image
He hated crowds, never liked punk. He couldn't handle the nakedness of the rage -his own so sophisticated and finely tuned. He… — Janet Fitch Crowds Copy Share Image
“He'd loved her, he had. And he knew she loved him, he knew it! But it wasn't enough. She couldn't have imagined… — Janet Fitch Love 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 Coming of age Copy Share Image
“I don't let anyone touch me," I finally said. Why not?" Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways,… — Janet Fitch Christmas eve Copy Share Image
Just because a poet said something didn’t mean it was true, only that it sounded good. — Janet Fitch Mean 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 Another time Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“I wanted to be esteemed by the cognoscenti." Josie heard her father in her head, See, I told you. She's laughin at… — Janet Fitch Parenting Copy Share Image
How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention. — Janet Fitch Attention Copy Share Image
To make films, you have to have boundless energy; you have to work and play with others really, really well, and I'm… — Janet Fitch Boundless 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 Brass Copy Share Image
this was the wonderful thing about strangers. they were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw watever you like on their… — Janet Fitch Bigs Copy Share Image
