“The way Starr felt in church, that's how I felt at the art museum, both safe and elevated.” — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched… — Janet Fitch Exhaustion Copy Share Image
How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way? — Janet Fitch Men Copy Share Image
“His guitar bore his longing up into the darkness like sparks, a music profound in its objectless desire, beautiful beyond solace or… — Janet Fitch Desire Copy Share Image
His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat… — Janet Fitch Celebs Copy Share Image
“Nobody knew anyone else’s private world. In the end, they were all alone as inmates on death row, side by side. Sometimes… — Janet Fitch Death Copy Share Image
But I knew one more thing. That people w ho denied who they were or where they had been were in the… — Janet Fitch Danger Copy Share Image
“How had she ever been so ignorant? How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I wished I could shut it in a locket to wear aroung my neck. I wish a thousand-year sleep would find us,… — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
She wanted to wake up like Dorothy and see Michael's face peering over the side of the bed, laughing. WHY, YOU JUST… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I imagined my soul taking in these words like silicated water in the Petrified Forest, turning my wood to patterned agate. I… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Who am I? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely. You are too nostalgic, you want memory… — Janet Fitch Artist Copy Share Image
She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in… — 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
“And suddenly I felt panic. I'd made a mistake, like when I'd played chess with Ray and knew a second too late… — Janet Fitch Anxiety Copy Share Image
I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with… — Janet Fitch 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
“Mainly, it was the sense of order, vision retained over time, that brought me to my knees.” — Janet Fitch Dreams Copy Share Image
In our exterior life, we can be only one person. But in our imagination, we can be anyone, anywhere. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer. — Janet Fitch Computer Copy Share Image
The stupid things you say in the rain, that can't ever be washed away. — Janet Fitch Rain Copy Share Image
My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal. — Janet Fitch Food Copy Share Image
her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“If only we could be back there right now, a soft rain falling, in the cabin, the woodstove.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare. — Janet Fitch Beauty Copy Share Image
“He was so damn perverse, he preferred to dream it than to make it come true.” — Janet Fitch Dream Copy Share Image
“love is temperamental. tiring. it makes demands. love uses you. changes its mind.” — Janet Fitch Love Copy Share Image
