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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: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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LA
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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care.
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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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She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamom, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashed hair. I was confused, but not unwilling. I would have let her do anything to me.
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I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
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When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things.
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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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Once you get below the floor of our personal identities, we're all connected. Perhaps that's why we can move into others' lives.
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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 would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.
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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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Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.
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Who are you? the band sang. I tried to remember but I really couldn't say.
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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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Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.
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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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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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We have no home, she told me. I am your home.
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Being in the library is so addictive for me that I really have to exercise self-control so I can get some writing done at home.
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If sinners where so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?
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I decided that if I was never going to sell anything as long as I lived, I might as well do what I want to do 'cause then at least I would've done what I wanted to do in life. What's that worth?
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