And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing. — Janet Fitch God Copy Share Image
Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge. — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness. — Janet Fitch Darkness Copy Share Image
That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I felt on the verge of something, a mystery that surrounded me like gauze, something I was beginning to unwind.” — Janet Fitch Grief 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 Life Copy Share Image
“If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm… — Janet Fitch Autobiographical Copy Share Image
“That beautiful girl, she was a universe, bearer of these words that rang like gongs, that tumbled like flutes made of human… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of… — Janet Fitch Beautiful Copy Share Image
I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the… — Janet Fitch Amazing talent Copy Share Image
Who was I, really? I was the sole occupant of my mother's totalitarian state, my own personal history rewritten to fit the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I think that Oprah's on a mission to improve the lives of the average American in various ways. And one of them… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to… — Janet Fitch Alone Copy Share Image
“I wanted to be esteemed by the cognoscenti." Josie heard her father in her head, See, I told you. She's laughin at… — Janet Fitch Parenting Copy Share Image
“I liked it when my mother tried to teach me things, when she paid attention. So often when I was with her,… — Janet Fitch Parenting Copy Share Image
And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners? — Janet Fitch Ashamed Copy Share Image
You can't shape me anymore. I am the uncontrolled element, the random act. I am forward movement in time. You think you… — Janet Fitch Elements Copy Share Image
“It was that you had to take so many stompings from life that you'd be happy when the time came to close… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Other boys were happy enough to enjoy the show, they just wanted to be entertained in the body's shadow theater.” — Janet Fitch Theater Copy Share Image
“My words, that's what she wanted. What's this? she kept asking. What's this? But how could I tell her? She'd taken all… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
“It wasn't like America, where we scraped the earth clean, thinking we could start again every time. We hadn't learned yet, there… — Janet Fitch America Copy Share Image
“Beauty said there was something more than just one fucking thing after another. Time could rest for a moment, stop all that… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“This was the wonderful thing about strangers. They were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw whatever you liked on their… — Janet Fitch Strangers Copy Share Image
“I was graduating in two months, but I wasn't to Pitzer, that was for sure. I was the old child, the past… — Janet Fitch Children Copy Share Image
“You must find... someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite… — Janet Fitch Lover Copy Share Image
Pick a better verb. Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of… — Janet Fitch Bombs Copy Share Image
“He'd loved her, he had. And he knew she loved him, he knew it! But it wasn't enough. She couldn't have imagined… — Janet Fitch Love Copy Share Image
Let me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“their eager eyes unlocking the secrets of the human form. who could just look at it as it is, without prettying it… — Janet Fitch Eyes Copy Share Image
She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you… — Janet Fitch Days of the week Copy Share Image
If this was a sandalwood pyre she would have thrown herself in and this paper she'd become would have caught fire and… — Janet Fitch Bird Copy Share Image
“(letters) They were like a kelp forest, they cast a weird green light, you could get lost there, become tangled and drown.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
A cliche is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened… — Janet Fitch Cold Copy Share Image
I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
