She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and… — Janet Fitch Dank Copy Share Image
A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was… — Janet Fitch Beautiful Copy Share Image
I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry… — Janet Fitch Dry Copy Share Image
Beauty was deceptive. I would rather wear my pain, my ugliness. I was torn and stitched. I was a strip mine, and… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
“Just like life. Each person was like one line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor… — Janet Fitch Life Copy Share Image
this was the wonderful thing about strangers. they were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw watever you like on their… — Janet Fitch Bigs Copy Share Image
I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despaire wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find… — Janet Fitch Chairs 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 Voice Drunk 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
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
I took my mother's knife and played johnny johnny johnny on the playhouse floor. I was drunk, stabbed myself every few throws.… — Janet Fitch Beautiful Copy Share Image
“Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt.… — Janet Fitch Hatred Copy Share Image
“You’ve never been ugly.” The boy looked down at his hand filling the blank spaces in a science fiction scene. “Women treat… — Janet Fitch Science Copy Share Image
“Why does each man kill the thing he loves?...you killed it by accident. Thinking you were doing something else. It was a… — Janet Fitch Kill 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.… — Janet Fitch Suffering Copy Share Image
“I would rather live out on the desert alone, like an old prospector. All I needed was a small water source. What… — Janet Fitch Desert 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
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
“Well, she wasn’t strong enough to avoid being the background of my art. Just the background. Her words just my canvas.” — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
“You imagine you can see me, Mother? All you could ever see was your own face in a mirror.” “Who am I,… — Janet Fitch Mother Copy Share Image
Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in… — Janet Fitch Born Copy Share Image
I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds. — Janet Fitch Changed Copy Share Image
“We received our coloring from Norsemen. Hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees. We are… — Janet Fitch Age Copy Share Image
I'm always looking for something new and interesting to say. And it can't be something I'm directly experiencing. — Janet Fitch Experiencing 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
He hated crowds, never liked punk. He couldn't handle the nakedness of the rage -his own so sophisticated and finely tuned. He… — Janet Fitch Crowds Copy Share Image
“To dare to see is to steal fire from the Gods. This is mankind's destiny, the engine which fuels us as a… — Janet Fitch Dare Copy Share Image
at least if you were ignorant you could do wat you wanted. you had no idea wat had been acheived in the… — Janet Fitch Acid Copy Share Image
I decided that if I was never going to sell anything as long as I lived, I might as well do what… — Janet Fitch Causes 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 Honey Copy Share Image
Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put… — Janet Fitch Caressing Copy Share Image
“Death disapearance was what you didnt talk about. like a sewer running under the street, the shit was down there, out of… — Janet Fitch Death Copy Share Image
The poets are the standard bearers of language. Their work lives or dies word by word. When I write and can hear… — Janet Fitch Dies Copy Share Image
“We stared out at the city that hummed and glittered like a computer chip deep in some unknowable machine, holding its secret… — Janet Fitch City Copy Share Image
The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would… — Janet Fitch Cake Copy Share Image
“Always learn poems by heart,' she said. 'They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll… — Janet Fitch Poems Copy Share Image
We don't have a unitary society anymore, you know; it's very fragmented. I look up and down my block in Silverlake and… — Janet Fitch Block Copy Share Image
“I felt suddenly cruel, like I'd told small children there was no tooth fairy, that it was just their Mom sneaking into… — Janet Fitch Children 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
“What did it mean, that the two people she loved best in the world hated each other? It was the sides of… — Janet Fitch Hated Copy Share Image
