“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
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 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
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 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 poets are the standard bearers of language. Their work lives or dies word by word. When I write and can hear… — Janet Fitch 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
Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put… — Janet Fitch 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
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
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 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 Copy Share Image
She was starting to think there might be such a thing as karma - that repetition - maybe you lived through the… — Janet Fitch Caring Copy Share Image
I wanted to hear what she was saying. I wanted to smell that burnt midnight again, I wanted to feel that wind.… — Janet Fitch California 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 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 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 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 Copy Share Image
They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the… — Janet Fitch Braille Copy Share Image
I imagined Kandinsky's mind, spread out all over the world, and then gathered together. Everyone having only a piece of the puzzle.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
But that was the thing about zero. Its weakness. Even if zero had taken over the entire universe, the biggest fascist of… — Janet Fitch Atoms 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 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 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 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 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
...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 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
