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 never thought, maybe I should have left Astrid some words.” — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered. — Janet Fitch Girl Copy Share Image
“don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live underneath them.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair. — Janet Fitch Anxiety Copy Share Image
I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“It was all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.” — Janet Fitch Astronomy Copy Share Image
“God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.” — Janet Fitch 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 Copy Share Image
When you're a little kid, you are small, your life is small - and you're terrifically aware of that. But when you… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
After all the fears, the warnings, after all, a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's. They are written by fire on… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“She was used to taking the world as it was, she'd never have guessed you could get what you wanted by asking… — Janet Fitch Heart Copy Share Image
I felt suddenly cruel, like I´d told dmall children there was no tooth fairy, that it was just their Mom sneaking into… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly… — Janet Fitch Electricity Copy Share Image
This was the life I was going to be living, everybody separated from everybody else, hanging on for a moment only to… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I think we're starved for a life of the senses. We're in the garage, we're in the car, we drive to work,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Now was too big, like a giant dark planet coming up over the horizon. she wanted then. That's what he'd seen that… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Rena squinted at me, blowing a strand of her matte black hair out of her face, exasperated. 'You get good price for… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I nodded. A man's world. But what did it mean? That men whistled and stared and yelled things at you, and you… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Your protagonist is your reader’s portal into the story. The more observant he or she can be, the more vivid will be… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“The damned could be saved...anytime. But they refused to give up their sins. Though they suffered endlessly, they would not give them… — Janet Fitch Divine love Copy Share Image
“Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
...I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn't come… — Janet Fitch Beer Copy Share Image
So much wanting and longing, clutching, desiring, passion and hatred and terrible need. Here, death was suitable, there was room for it,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I squatted by the water as it flowed over the tumbled rocks, thought how far they must've come to have settled in… — Janet Fitch Fresh water Copy Share Image
I wondered why it had to be so poisonous. Oleanders could live through anything, they could stand heat, drought, neglect, and put… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“They wanted the real mother, the blood mother, the great womb, mother of fierce compassion, a woman large enough to hold all… — Janet Fitch Childbirth 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
“But then I realized, they weren't calling out for their own mothers. Not those weak women, those victims. Drug addicts, shopaholics, cookie… — Janet Fitch Behind closed doors Copy Share Image
“I don't let anyone touch me," I finally said. Why not?" Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways,… — Janet Fitch Christmas eve Copy Share Image
What is a scene? a) A scene starts and ends in one place at one time (the Aristotelian unities of time and… — Janet Fitch Angry Copy Share Image
