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
Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential.… — Janet Fitch Art 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
“(letters) They were like a kelp forest, they cast a weird green light, you could get lost there, become tangled and drown.… — Janet Fitch Drown Copy Share Image
A cliche is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves… — Janet Fitch Clear 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
Many women get involved with a man that you pretty much know isn't suitable and you're kind of breaking your rules, but… — Janet Fitch Attractive Copy Share Image
I'm always gratified when I check something I've made up and discover that I've gotten it right. How can we imagine something… — Janet Fitch Being true 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 Copy Share Image
The writer is both a sadist and a masochist. We create people we love, and then we torture them. The more we… — Janet Fitch Along Copy Share Image
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to… — Janet Fitch Alone Copy Share Image
The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only… — Janet Fitch Daggers Copy Share Image
I think that Oprah's on a mission to improve the lives of the average American in various ways. And one of them… — Janet Fitch Average Copy Share Image
If this was a sandalwood pyre she would have thrown herself in and this paper she'd become would have caught fire and… — Janet Fitch Bird Copy Share Image
She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you… — Janet Fitch Days of the week 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
“their eager eyes unlocking the secrets of the human form. who could just look at it as it is, without prettying it… — Janet Fitch Eyes Copy Share Image
“He'd loved her, he had. And he knew she loved him, he knew it! But it wasn't enough. She couldn't have imagined… — Janet Fitch Love Copy Share Image
Pick a better verb. Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of… — Janet Fitch Bombs Copy Share Image
“You must find... someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite… — Janet Fitch Lover Copy Share Image
“I was graduating in two months, but I wasn't to Pitzer, that was for sure. I was the old child, the past… — Janet Fitch Children Copy Share Image
“This was the wonderful thing about strangers. They were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw whatever you liked on their… — Janet Fitch Strangers Copy Share Image
“Beauty said there was something more than just one fucking thing after another. Time could rest for a moment, stop all that… — Janet Fitch Another time Copy Share Image
“It wasn't like America, where we scraped the earth clean, thinking we could start again every time. We hadn't learned yet, there… — Janet Fitch America Copy Share Image
“My words, that's what she wanted. What's this? she kept asking. What's this? But how could I tell her? She'd taken all… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
“Other boys were happy enough to enjoy the show, they just wanted to be entertained in the body's shadow theater.” — Janet Fitch Theatre Copy Share Image
“It was that you had to take so many stompings from life that you'd be happy when the time came to close… — Janet Fitch Close your eyes 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 Actress Copy Share Image
“What’s real is always worth it,' she explained to me. 'Look how it’s made.' She showed me the shoulders, the way they… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
“Crows squawked raucously in the trees. It sounded like they were tearing something apart, something they didn't even want, just for the… — Janet Fitch Bird Copy Share Image
Being in the library is so addictive for me that I really have to exercise self-control so I can get some writing… — Janet Fitch Addictive Copy Share Image
Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your… — Janet Fitch Bones 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
You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your… — Janet Fitch Age Copy Share Image
“But I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest… — Janet Fitch Danger Copy Share Image
“That fucking crow-bodied thing had won. How gleeful it was now. All because he'd wanted to live, forget genius and destiny, and… — Janet Fitch Crow Copy Share Image
“I wished I could draw the way her broad-shouldered body threw a shadow on the moonpale dust. How brave she looked just… — Janet Fitch Shadow Copy Share Image
