Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars. — Janet Fitch Astronomy Copy Share Image
The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She laughed so easily when she was happy. But also when she was sad. — Janet Fitch Happiness Copy Share Image
“Taste his fear. It tastes just like champagne. Cold and crisp and absolutely without sweetness.” — Janet Fitch Fear Copy Share Image
“The view of the highway was so bad that you could not even see the next viaduct. Te moment it loomed out… — Janet Fitch Fog Copy Share Image
“To them, pain was a country they had heard of, maybe watched a show about on TV, but one whose stamp had… — Janet Fitch Pain Copy Share Image
“I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despair wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favourite music, find… — Janet Fitch Depression Copy Share Image
“Reverend Thomas said that in hell, the sinners were indifferent to the suffering of others, it was part of damnation. I hadn't… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
I emitted some civetlike female stink, a distinct perfume of sexual wanting, that he had followed to find me here in the… — Janet Fitch Dark Copy Share Image
Once you get below the floor of our personal identities, we're all connected. Perhaps that's why we can move into others' lives. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured… — Janet Fitch Book Copy Share Image
That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific-chair, eye, stone- but when you talked about feelings, words were too… — Janet Fitch Feelings Copy Share Image
“Music. A flower in a vase on the tray. A January rose, it wouldn't last long, all big and full-blown like that.… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
This involves more than I can discuss here, but do it. Read the writers of great prose dialogue-people like Robert Stone and… — Janet Fitch Communication 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. Love… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
“Just make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your… — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
Don't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely. Lonliness is the human condition. No… — Janet Fitch Attention Copy Share Image
“Nobody ever complained? Girls were kind. No one ever told him, I could barely stay awake. If only you'd come faster, I… — Janet Fitch 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
“Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate… — Janet Fitch Angst Copy Share Image
“They explained about the epidurals and drugs, but no one there was going to have drugs. They all wanted the natural experience.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“This ragged heart," she said, pulling at her kimono. "I should rip it out and bury it for compost.” — Janet Fitch Kimono Copy Share Image
