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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.
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I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist.
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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.
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In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
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How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?
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I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.
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And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.
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I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.
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Now I wish she'd never broken any of her rules. I understood why she held to them so hard. Once you broke the first one, they all broke, one by one, like firecrackers exploding in your face in a parking lot on the Fourth of July.
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I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.
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Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.
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That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest of your life. Like the guy chained to a rock, who stole fire. The gods made an eagle eat his liver for all eternity. You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.
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To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.
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What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.
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My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.
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purification in fire. public cremation
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She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
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Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.
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I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.
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Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.
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