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What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?
Janet Fitch
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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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I wanted to hear what she was saying. I wanted to smell that burnt midnight again, I wanted to feel that wind. It was a secret wanting, like a song I couldn't stop humming, or loving someone I could never have. No matter where I went, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.
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here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out
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I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners?
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echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
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What happened to a dream without a dreamer?
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I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds.
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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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A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.
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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.
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Appealing to the five senses is the feature that will always set writing apart from the visual media. A good writer will tell us what the world smells like, what the textures are, what the sounds are, what the light looks like, what the weather is.
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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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Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.
Janet Fitch
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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her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth
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I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze.
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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?
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like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.
Janet Fitch
But I knew one more thing. That people w ho denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.
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Beauty was deceptive. I would rather wear my pain, my ugliness. I was torn and stitched. I was a strip mine, and they would just have to look. I hoped I made them sick. I hoped they saw me in their dreams.
Janet Fitch
She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
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