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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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My father was an engineer - he wasn't literary, not a writer or a journalist, but he was one of the world's great readers. Every two weeks, he'd take me to our local branch library and pull books off the shelf for me, stacking them up in my arms - 'Have you read this? And this? And this?
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There is no God, there is only what you want.
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Pick a better verb. Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of an A-bomb.
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She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.
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like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.
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The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.
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It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.
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What is real is always worth it.
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The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.
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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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Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.
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That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.
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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
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here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out
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No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.
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Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge.
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One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.
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Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.
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When I start writing, my unconscious, my conflicts, my thoughts all start to come up. So for me, writing is an exploration. I never know how my stories will end.
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her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth
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