I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be… — Janet Fitch Children Copy Share Image
“This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I tried writing fiction as a little kid, but had a teacher humiliate me, so didn't write again until I was a… — Janet Fitch College Copy Share Image
To make films, you have to have boundless energy; you have to work and play with others really, really well, and I'm… — Janet Fitch Boundless Copy Share Image
Love's an illusion. It's a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. I'd rather have cash. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Wasn't that the way it always was? You didn't know, you couldn't tell, you just let it happen... Perhaps they didn't know… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I wished I could draw the way her broad-shouldered body threw a shadow on the moonpale dust. How brave she looked just… — Janet Fitch Shadow Copy Share Image
“That fucking crow-bodied thing had won. How gleeful it was now. All because he'd wanted to live, forget genius and destiny, and… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside them. It wasn’t like America,… — janet fitch Berlin Copy Share Image
Now I wish she'd never broken any of her rules. I understood why she held to them so hard. Once you broke… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Remember...we don't see objects, we see light. [...] Light can do anything water can do--flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an… — Janet Fitch Artist Copy Share Image
“I tried on Claire's double strand of pearls in the mirror, ran the smooth, lustrous beads through my fingers, touched the coral… — 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. They knew how… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
In a train...smash. In his arm her last...breath.' He had loved her. But he hated himself more. Such suffering, so much pain.… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Why does each man kill the thing he loves?...you killed it by accident. Thinking you were doing something else. It was a… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“You’ve never been ugly.” The boy looked down at his hand filling the blank spaces in a science fiction scene. “Women treat… — Janet Fitch Science Copy Share Image
“But I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest… — Janet Fitch Danger Copy Share Image
You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your… — Janet Fitch Age Copy Share Image
Nobody had forgotten anything here. In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside… — Janet Fitch America Copy Share Image
Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Being in the library is so addictive for me that I really have to exercise self-control so I can get some writing… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Crows squawked raucously in the trees. It sounded like they were tearing something apart, something they didn't even want, just for the… — Janet Fitch Bird Copy Share Image
she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“What’s real is always worth it,' she explained to me. 'Look how it’s made.' She showed me the shoulders, the way they… — Janet Fitch Janet-fitch Copy Share Image
at least if you were ignorant you could do wat you wanted. you had no idea wat had been acheived in the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“To dare to see is to steal fire from the Gods. This is mankind's destiny, the engine which fuels us as a… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
He hated crowds, never liked punk. He couldn't handle the nakedness of the rage -his own so sophisticated and finely tuned. He… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Reading LOVE JUNKIE is like watching a sleepwalker taking a stroll on a freeway. All you can do is pray. Gorgeously written,… — Janet Fitch Honest Copy Share Image
“We received our coloring from Norsemen. Hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees. We are… — Janet Fitch Age Copy Share Image
I'm always looking for something new and interesting to say. And it can't be something I'm directly experiencing. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Well, she wasn’t strong enough to avoid being the background of my art. Just the background. Her words just my canvas.” — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
“You imagine you can see me, Mother? All you could ever see was your own face in a mirror.” “Who am I,… — Janet Fitch Mother Copy Share Image
How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It… — Janet Fitch Awe Copy Share Image
If I get ideas independently of the act of writing, they never really fit. So for me, there's no hanging out, waiting… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Her voice made me drunk, deep and sun-warmed, a hint of a foreign accent, Swedish singsong a generation removed.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential.… — Janet Fitch Art Copy Share Image
“What did it mean, that the two people she loved best in the world hated each other? It was the sides of… — 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 Fiction Copy Share Image
![“Remember...we don't see objects, we see light. [...] Light can do anything water can do--flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an artist can do--paint, burnish, carve. Candlelight falls, licks a face. There is always light in a room.” quote by Janet Fitch](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/i/a2e/janet-fitch-717_artist_remember-we-don-t-see-objects-we-see-lig_2839026.jpg)
