I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids. — Janet Fitch Bird 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
“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
Love's an illusion. It's a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. I'd rather have cash. — Janet Fitch Cash Copy Share Image
The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were… — Janet Fitch Life Copy Share Image
“Astrid," Linda called, her feet tucked under herself on the flower-print couch. "If you had a choice between two weeks in Paris… — Janet Fitch Paris France Copy Share Image
It was her first book, an indigo cover with a silver moonflower, an art nouveau flower, I traced my finger along the… — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
“This is Zen", she said. "No flaw, no moment's hesitation. A window onto grace.” — Janet Fitch Time 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
It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have. — Janet Fitch Natural Copy Share Image
A dependent clause (a sentence fragment set off by commas, dontcha know) helps you explore your story by moving you deeper into… — Janet Fitch Clauses Copy Share Image
“You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it.… — Janet Fitch Regret Copy Share Image
My father was an engineer - he wasn't literary, not a writer or a journalist, but he was one of the world's… — Janet Fitch Arms Copy Share Image
“Nobody knew anyone else’s private world. In the end, they were all alone as inmates on death row, side by side. Sometimes… — Janet Fitch Death Copy Share Image
No matter where I was, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California. — Janet Fitch California Copy Share Image
“you ever wonder why people get out of bed in the morning? why do they bother? why not just drink turpentine?” — Janet Fitch Life Copy Share Image
Let me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended… — Janet Fitch Ends Copy Share Image
“For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like… — Janet Fitch Blue sky Copy Share Image
