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Writing mirrors the interior self. You know, any book is like the perfect blueprint of the psyche of the author.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.
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We don't have a unitary society anymore, you know it's very fragmented. I look up and down my block in Silverlake and there is a different universe in every house.
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If sinners where so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?
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At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all at once, only its own part. Just like life. Each person was like a line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor had the whole score.
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Pick a better verb. Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of an A-bomb.
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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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Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.
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Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.
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history only existed in the human mind, subject to endless revision. 'each man kills the thing he loves'-Oscar Wilde. You kill it before it kills you, but he was wrong. you killed it by accident. thinking you were doing something else. shattering, when all you wanted to do was keep it safe.
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How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its teeth were bad, its hair gray and unkempt. While beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.
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Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.
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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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A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.
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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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What happened to a dream without a dreamer?
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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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It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.
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Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.
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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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When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things.
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