He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Michael used to draw self-portraits with nightmares hidden in his curls.” — Janet Fitch Artist Copy Share Image
Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster. — Janet Fitch Disaster Copy Share Image
One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright. — Janet Fitch Bears Copy Share Image
Just because a poet said something didn’t mean it was true, only that it sounded good. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky. — Janet Fitch Blue Copy Share Image
What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to… — Janet Fitch Loneliness Copy Share Image
In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the… — Janet Fitch Being hurt Copy Share Image
Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I wish my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
It's their skins I'm peeling," she said. "The skins of the insipid scribblers, which I graft to the page, creating monsters of… — Janet Fitch Creating Copy Share Image
“The stroke of the brush was the evidence of the gesture of your arm. A record of your existence, the quality of… — Janet Fitch Artist Copy Share Image
I usually start with something that has some energy, like a compressed character or a situation that's wound up like a spring.… — Janet Fitch Beginning Copy Share Image
Let me tell you a few things about regret...There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Darkness coiled between what he wanted them to believe and the self he despised. It only made him more alone. How could… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Rena noticed me watching it pass. 'You think they don't got problem?' Rena said. 'Everybody got problem. You got me, they got… — Janet Fitch Bird Copy Share Image
I thought of my mother as Queen Christina, cool and sad, eyes trained on some distant horizon. That was where she belonged,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I wanted to freeze this moment forever, the chimes, the slight splash of the water, the chink of the dogs’ leashes, laughter… — Janet Fitch Happiness Copy Share Image
“I walked along the side with the spray-painted trees, some in white like a starched chemical snowfall, others painted gold, pink, red,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Always tell us where we are. And don't just tell us where something is, make it pay off. Use description of landscape… — Janet Fitch Books Copy Share Image
...You know the mistrust of heights is the mistrust of self, you don't know whether you're going to jump. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things. — Janet Fitch 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
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
Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Men... No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.” — Janet Fitch Men Copy Share Image
I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids. — Janet Fitch Bird Copy Share Image
