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A cliche is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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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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Writing mirrors the interior self. You know, any book is like the perfect blueprint of the psyche of the author.
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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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The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
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Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.
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It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.
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echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
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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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Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.
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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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No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.
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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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Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.
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Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.
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without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
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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've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist.
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What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?
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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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