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A cliché 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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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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I wish my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.
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The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.
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Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.
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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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That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest of your life. Like the guy chained to a rock, who stole fire. The gods made an eagle eat his liver for all eternity. You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.
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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 use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm writing.
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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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But I knew one more thing. That people w ho denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.
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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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No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.
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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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When I start writing, my unconscious, my conflicts, my thoughts all start to come up. So for me, writing is an exploration. I never know how my stories will end.
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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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It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.
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She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.
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To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.
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Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.
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What is real is always worth it.
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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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