“What did it mean, that the two people she loved best in the world hated each other? It was the sides of… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“People losing each other, their hands slipping loose in a crowd.” — Janet Fitch Disconnection Copy Share Image
“Taste his fear. It tastes just like champagne. Cold and crisp and absolutely without sweetness.” — Janet Fitch Fear Copy Share Image
She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of… — Janet Fitch Beautiful Copy Share Image
“don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live underneath them.” — Janet Fitch Life lesson Copy Share Image
He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them. — Janet Fitch Doors Copy Share Image
“Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate… — Janet Fitch Angst 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 Ashes Copy Share Image
There used to be a category called women's fiction - meaning not too rude, not too much sex, a bit domestic and… — Janet Fitch Bits Copy Share Image
Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge. — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
“What’s real is always worth it,' she explained to me. 'Look how it’s made.' She showed me the shoulders, the way they… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block,… — Janet Fitch Block Copy Share Image
If I get ideas independently of the act of writing, they never really fit. So for me, there's no hanging out, waiting… — Janet Fitch Fit Copy Share Image
So much wanting and longing, clutching, desiring, passion and hatred and terrible need. Here, death was suitable, there was room for it,… — Janet Fitch Black Copy Share Image
“All that was a dream, you couldn't hold on, you couldn't depend on frosted glass and Debussy.” — Janet Fitch Dreams Copy Share Image
“It wasn't like America, where we scraped the earth clean, thinking we could start again every time. We hadn't learned yet, there… — Janet Fitch America Copy Share Image
She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamom, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her… — Janet Fitch Coffee Copy Share Image
It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars. — Janet Fitch Astronomy Copy Share Image
Appealing to the five senses is the feature that will always set writing apart from the visual media. A good writer will… — Janet Fitch Features Copy Share Image
I felt suddenly cruel, like I´d told dmall children there was no tooth fairy, that it was just their Mom sneaking into… — Janet Fitch Bed Copy Share Image
“The view of the highway was so bad that you could not even see the next viaduct. Te moment it loomed out… — Janet Fitch Fog Copy Share Image
“The damned could be saved, he said, anytime. But they refused to give up their sins. Though they suffered endlessly, they would… — Janet Fitch Divine love Copy Share Image
