As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be. — Janet Fitch Approach Copy Share Image
without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life. — Janet Fitch Faces Copy Share Image
Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground. — Janet Fitch Battle Copy Share Image
“They can't touch us. We're the Vikings. We go into battle without armor for the flush and the blood of it.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head. — Janet Fitch Detachment Copy Share Image
These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain — Janet Fitch Friend Copy Share Image
this was the wonderful thing about strangers. they were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw watever you like on their… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despaire wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Just like life. Each person was like one line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor… — Janet Fitch Life 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
A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was… — Janet Fitch Beautiful Copy Share Image
I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
When I start writing, my unconscious, my conflicts, my thoughts all start to come up. So for me, writing is an exploration.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have to take jobs like this. She would be half a planet away, floating in… — Janet Fitch Guilt Copy Share Image
“I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember… — Janet Fitch Art 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 Copy Share Image
At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all… — Janet Fitch Conductor Copy Share Image
“How it was. How it was that the earth could open up under you and swallow you whole, close above you as… — Janet Fitch Nature Copy Share Image
“She sat in her chair, eyes closed. She liked to be the last one to leave. She despised crowds, and their opinions… — Janet Fitch Audience 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
“How could I forget. I was her ghost daughter, sitting at empty tables with crayons and pens while she worked on a… — Janet Fitch Children Copy Share Image
When most people looked at Josie Tyrell, they only saw a certain collection of bones, a selection of forms filling space. But… — Janet Fitch Architecture Copy Share Image
The decor bowled me over. Everywhere I looked, there was something more to see. Botanical prints, a cross section of pomegranates, a… — Janet Fitch Art 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 Copy Share Image
“The Fool, the Zero card, dressed in motley, dazzled face to the sky, foot about to come off the cliff. Pierrot. It… — Janet Fitch Magician Copy Share Image
“I imagined the lies the valedictorian was telling them right now. About the exciting future that lies ahead. I wish she'd tell… — Janet Fitch Coming of age 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
“I left walking backwards so I wouldn't miss a moment of her. I hated the idea of going back to Marvel's, so… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
