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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: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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Overly
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Coin
Cliche
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Imprint

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echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
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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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Never apologize. Never explain.
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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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