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Once you get below the floor of our personal identities, we're all connected. Perhaps that's why we can move into others' lives.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
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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without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
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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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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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like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.
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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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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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And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty seperate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.
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It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.
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The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.
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...The men eyed her with the automatic mix of curiosity, lust, and aesthetic judgment they always gave young women, subject to object, the way you'd stare at an animal. She pretended not to notice. To remind them she was a person was too much effort. Objects bore no guilt.
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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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My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.
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A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.
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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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If I get ideas independently of the act of writing, they never really fit. So for me, there's no hanging out, waiting for inspiration.
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here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out
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She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
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I thought of my mother as Queen Christina, cool and sad, eyes trained on some distant horizon. That was where she belonged, in furs and palaces of rare treasures, fireplaces large enough to roast a reindeer, ships of Swedish maple.
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It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.
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I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.
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