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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 thought of my mother as Queen Christina, cool and sad, eyes trained on some distant horizon. That was where she belonged, in furs and palaces of rare treasures, fireplaces large enough to roast a reindeer, ships of Swedish maple.
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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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Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge.
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I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.
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She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
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she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.
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The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.
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He hated crowds, never liked punk. He couldn't handle the nakedness of the rage -his own so sophisticated and finely tuned. He could never see the similarity between himself and Donnie Draino screaming into a mic.
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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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I wish my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.
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Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.
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If I get ideas independently of the act of writing, they never really fit. So for me, there's no hanging out, waiting for inspiration.
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It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.
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Writing mirrors the interior self. You know, any book is like the perfect blueprint of the psyche of the author.
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Your protagonist is your reader’s portal into the story. The more observant he or she can be, the more vivid will be the world you’re creating. They don’t have to be super-educated, they just have to be mentally active. Keep them looking, thinking, wondering, remembering.
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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.
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Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.
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