How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar. — Janet Fitch Dancing Copy Share Image
A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself. — Janet Fitch Books Copy Share Image
“Maybe there was just the Devil, the real God of this lousy world.” — Janet Fitch Devil Copy Share Image
We read so that we can be moved by a new way of looking at things. — Janet Fitch Books Copy Share Image
Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway. — Janet Fitch Cold 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 Copy Share Image
To make films, you have to have boundless energy; you have to work and play with others really, really well, and I'm… — Janet Fitch Boundless 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 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
I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I tried writing fiction as a little kid, but had a teacher humiliate me, so didn't write again until I was a… — Janet Fitch College Copy Share Image
“This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I wanted to be esteemed by the cognoscenti." Josie heard her father in her head, See, I told you. She's laughin at… — Janet Fitch Parenting 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 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 Copy Share Image
What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people… — Janet Fitch 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 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
history only existed in the human mind, subject to endless revision. 'each man kills the thing he loves'-Oscar Wilde. You kill it… — Janet Fitch Accidents Copy Share Image
“If I were a poet, that’s what I’d write about. People who worked in the middle of the night. Men who loaded… — Janet Fitch Coffee shop Copy Share Image
“But then I realized, they didn't mean their own mothers. Not those weak women, those victims. Drug addicts, shopaholics, cookie bakers. They… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“The expression in her eyes was bitter as nightshade. 'You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I regret nothing. No woman with any self-respect would have done less. The question of good and evil will always be one… — Janet Fitch Evil Copy Share Image
“At night she began cooking things in the kitchen, things too strange to mention. She steeped oleander in boiling water, and the… — Janet Fitch Gardening Copy Share Image
“Who can know God's intentions? Who can know Hid Mind?" She looked at the coffin, lying there like a giant question mark.… — Janet Fitch End of the day Copy Share Image
“I didn't tell her about the free-for-alls on the school yard, muggings on the bus. A girl burned a cigarette hole in… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“what was the point in creating something that was so futile and so precious? everything beautiful was like that. a little bit… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
