Quote

Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger

Janet Fitch

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Lovers
Promising
Two
Fingers
Trigger
Like
Sorry
Triggers
Ears
Pulled
Hair
Lover
Mouth
Peace
Tongue
Death
Mouths
Caressing
Running

More quotes by Janet Fitch

Image
I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist.
Janet Fitch
Image
Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.
Janet Fitch
Image
Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.
Janet Fitch
Image
But I knew one more thing. That people w ho denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.
Janet Fitch
Image
I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.
Janet Fitch
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
Image
I'm incredibly restless. I read a lot of poetry. I also find myself reading the first 20 pages of everything, looking for something. And you know what? I'm usually looking for the book I'm writing. And it's not out there!
Janet Fitch
Image
We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental.
Janet Fitch
Image
Never apologize. Never explain.
Janet Fitch
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
Image
echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
Janet Fitch
Image
I decided that if I was never going to sell anything as long as I lived, I might as well do what I want to do 'cause then at least I would've done what I wanted to do in life. What's that worth?
Janet Fitch
Image
Aquamarines grew with emeralds, Claire told me. But emeralds were fragile and always broke into smaller pieces, while aquamarines were stronger, grew in huge crystals without any trouble, so they weren't worth as much. It was the emerald that didn't break that was the really valuable thing.
Janet Fitch
Image
What is real is always worth it.
Janet Fitch
Image
His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.
Janet Fitch
Image
The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.
Janet Fitch
Image
The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?
Janet Fitch
Image
purification in fire. public cremation
Janet Fitch
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
Image
You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered. Someone whose fingers are a poem.
Janet Fitch