“Marvel hates her because she's pretty and doesn't have any kids to worry about.” — Janet Fitch Envy Copy Share Image
she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was… — Janet Fitch Actresses Copy Share Image
Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space. — Janet Fitch Being there Copy Share Image
“their eager eyes unlocking the secrets of the human form. who could just look at it as it is, without prettying it… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I liked the shifting colors of groups on the courtyard, but could not distinguish one student from the next. They were too… — Janet Fitch Chapter-10 Copy Share Image
What is a scene? a) A scene starts and ends in one place at one time (the Aristotelian unities of time and… — Janet Fitch Angry Copy Share Image
I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke… — Janet Fitch Broke 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
Most people write the same sentence over and over again. The same number of words-say, 8-10, or 10-12. The same sentence structure.… — Janet Fitch Ifs Copy Share Image
How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It… — Janet Fitch Awe Copy Share Image
Who was I, really? I was the sole occupant of my mother's totalitarian state, my own personal history rewritten to fit the… — Janet Fitch Broken Copy Share Image
“That beautiful girl, she was a universe, bearer of these words that rang like gongs, that tumbled like flutes made of human… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Talk to me. Look up, I thought. But she didn't, only stopped and picked a sprig of alyssum to smell the honey.… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch 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 Trees Copy Share Image
Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened… — Janet Fitch Cold Copy Share Image
“I felt on the verge of something, a mystery that surrounded me like gauze, something I was beginning to unwind.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Rena squinted at me, blowing a strand of her matte black hair out of her face, exasperated. 'You get good price for… — Janet Fitch Black hair Copy Share Image
“She was breaking her rules. They weren't stone after all, only small and fragile as paper cranes.... I understood why she held… — Janet Fitch Breaking rules Copy Share Image
We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental. — Janet Fitch Balance Copy Share Image
“Prostitute. Whore. What did they really mean anyway? Only words. Words trailing their streamers of judgment. I hated labels anyway. People didn't… — Janet Fitch Ideals Copy Share Image
Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love… — Janet Fitch Cradle Copy Share Image
I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill. — Janet Fitch Chill Copy Share Image
I usually start with something that has some energy, like a compressed character or a situation that's wound up like a spring.… — Janet Fitch Book Copy Share Image
Reading LOVE JUNKIE is like watching a sleepwalker taking a stroll on a freeway. All you can do is pray. Gorgeously written,… — Janet Fitch Honest Copy Share Image
