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Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
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University Teacher
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LA
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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.
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A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I’d take it
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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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The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.
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She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
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It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.
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They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the lovers' braille. Hands that sculpted sweetness from sullen flesh, that traced breast and ignited hips, opening, kneading. Flesh becomes bread in the heat of those hands, braided and rising.
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We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental.
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What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?
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I emitted some civetlike female stink, a distinct perfume of sexual wanting, that he had followed to find me here in the dark.
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Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.
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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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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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I felt suddenly cruel, like I´d told dmall children there was no tooth fairy, that it was just their Mom sneaking into their room after they went to bed.
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One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.
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Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.
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...The men eyed her with the automatic mix of curiosity, lust, and aesthetic judgment they always gave young women, subject to object, the way you'd stare at an animal. She pretended not to notice. To remind them she was a person was too much effort. Objects bore no guilt.
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without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
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Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.
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