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We read so that we can be moved by a new way of looking at things.

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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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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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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She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.
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I wanted to hear what she was saying. I wanted to smell that burnt midnight again, I wanted to feel that wind. It was a secret wanting, like a song I couldn't stop humming, or loving someone I could never have. No matter where I went, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.
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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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Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.
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The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.
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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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Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.
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It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.
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Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.
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This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster.
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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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I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.
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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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A womans mistakes are different from a girls
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How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?
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My father was an engineer - he wasn't literary, not a writer or a journalist, but he was one of the world's great readers. Every two weeks, he'd take me to our local branch library and pull books off the shelf for me, stacking them up in my arms - 'Have you read this? And this? And this?
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My hatred gives me strength.
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like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.
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