I wish my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart. — Janet Fitch Broke Copy Share Image
Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain. — Janet Fitch Apologizing Copy Share Image
My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk. — Janet Fitch Desks 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
“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
Aquamarines grew with emeralds, Claire told me. But emeralds were fragile and always broke into smaller pieces, while aquamarines were stronger, grew… — Janet Fitch Break Copy Share Image
“Music. A flower in a vase on the tray. A January rose, it wouldn't last long, all big and full-blown like that.… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what… — Janet Fitch Mean Copy Share Image
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. — Janet Fitch Blame Copy Share Image
They wanted the real mother, the blood mother, the great womb, mother of fierce compassion, a woman large enough to hold all… — Janet Fitch Bigs Copy Share Image
When I start writing, my unconscious, my conflicts, my thoughts all start to come up. So for me, writing is an exploration.… — Janet Fitch Come up Copy Share Image
What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest? — Janet Fitch Damn Copy Share Image
“Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be. — Janet Fitch Approach Copy Share Image
I use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm… — Janet Fitch Fiction Copy Share Image
“I tried on Claire's double strand of pearls in the mirror, ran the smooth, lustrous beads through my fingers, touched the coral… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due. — Janet Fitch Checks Copy Share Image
Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness. — Janet Fitch Darkness Copy Share Image
It wasn't awful to be dead. The stillness would almost be a relief. She wouldn't want pain, she wouldn't want to be… — Janet Fitch Awful Copy Share Image
She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head. — Janet Fitch Detachment Copy Share Image
Nobody had forgotten anything here. In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside… — Janet Fitch America Copy Share Image
