“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 Armor Copy Share Image
Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground. — Janet Fitch Battle 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
“This ragged heart," she said, pulling at her kimono. "I should rip it out and bury it for compost.” — Janet Fitch Kimono Copy Share Image
“Taste his fear. It tastes just like champagne. Cold and crisp and absolutely without sweetness.” — Janet Fitch Fear Copy Share Image
The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath. — Janet Fitch Baths Copy Share Image
Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky. — Janet Fitch Blue Copy Share Image
I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured… — Janet Fitch Book 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
Once you get below the floor of our personal identities, we're all connected. Perhaps that's why we can move into others' lives. — Janet Fitch Connected Copy Share Image
“Reverend Thomas said that in hell, the sinners were indifferent to the suffering of others, it was part of damnation. I hadn't… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
I emitted some civetlike female stink, a distinct perfume of sexual wanting, that he had followed to find me here in the… — Janet Fitch Dark Copy Share Image
“I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despair wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favourite music, find… — Janet Fitch Depression 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,… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
“She cut a small piece of the gravalax and put it on a piece of black bread, daintily spooned a bit of… — Janet Fitch Food Copy Share Image
“She sat in her chair, eyes closed. She liked to be the last one to leave. She despised crowds, and their opinions… — Janet Fitch Audience 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 Clay Copy Share Image
The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only… — Janet Fitch Broke Copy Share Image
“I wanted to freeze this moment forever, the chimes, the slight splash of the water, the chink of the dogs’ leashes, laughter… — Janet Fitch Happiness Copy Share Image
“I walked along the side with the spray-painted trees, some in white like a starched chemical snowfall, others painted gold, pink, red,… — Janet Fitch Painted 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
“The world that was the emonation of divine had been reduced to a handful of dust. Thousands of people, all caught in… — Janet Fitch Death Copy Share Image
“If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
“It sickens me to think of you a prevalence of void unholy immovable damned. gifts. an overblown sense of his own importance.… — Janet Fitch Ability to love Copy Share Image
“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 Fresh water 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
¨Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to… — Janet Fitch Human condition Copy Share Image
“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 Beginning Copy Share Image
“Anyone could buy a green Jaguar, find beauty in a Japanese screen two thousand years old. I would rather be a connoisseur… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
