Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put… — Janet Fitch Death Copy Share Image
“I felt like an Israeli girl soldier, in shorts and the hot wind, sighting down the barrel of the rifle, holding the… — Janet Fitch Strange feeling Copy Share Image
A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself. — Janet Fitch Books 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
“It was all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.” — Janet Fitch Astronomy Copy Share Image
“They explained about the epidurals and drugs, but no one there was going to have drugs. They all wanted the natural experience.… — Janet Fitch Nature Copy Share Image
“Who can know God's intentions? Who can know Hid Mind?" She looked at the coffin, lying there like a giant question mark.… — Janet Fitch End of the day Copy Share Image
“A phrase that would have sent Michael into ecstasies of loathing. Sort of Einstein meets Jayne Mansfield . . . Hitler meets Roy Rogers.” — Janet Fitch Jayne Mansfield Copy Share Image
“Her voice made me drunk, deep and sun-warmed, a hint of a foreign accent, Swedish singsong a generation removed.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in… — Janet Fitch Bed Copy Share Image
“I didn't tell her about the free-for-alls on the school yard, muggings on the bus. A girl burned a cigarette hole in… — Janet Fitch Astrid 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 tried writing fiction as a little kid, but had a teacher humiliate me, so didn't write again until I was a… — Janet Fitch College Copy Share Image
“If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have to take jobs like this. She would be half a planet away, floating in… — Janet Fitch Motherhood Copy Share Image
her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth — Janet Fitch Appearance Copy Share Image
And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing. — Janet Fitch God Copy Share Image
I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare. — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
...The men eyed her with the automatic mix of curiosity, lust, and aesthetic judgment they always gave young women, subject to object,… — Janet Fitch Aesthetic 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
“I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy,why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without… — Janet Fitch Life Copy Share Image
I watched her for a long time, memorizing her shoulders, her long-legged gait. This was how girls left. They packed up their… — Janet Fitch Begging Copy Share Image
