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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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Journalist
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University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.
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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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How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.
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You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.
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Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.
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We recived our colouring from the Norsemen,hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees.We are the ones who sacked Rome.Fear only feeble old age and death in bed.Don't forget who you are.
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Remember...we don't see objects, we see light. [...] Light can do anything water can do--flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an artist can do--paint, burnish, carve. Candlelight falls, licks a face. There is always light in a room.
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I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked.
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I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.
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I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.
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history only existed in the human mind, subject to endless revision. 'each man kills the thing he loves'-Oscar Wilde. You kill it before it kills you, but he was wrong. you killed it by accident. thinking you were doing something else. shattering, when all you wanted to do was keep it safe.
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It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.
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To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.
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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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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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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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She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.
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She laughed so easily when she was happy. But also when she was sad.
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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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Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.
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