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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: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners?
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I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze.
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Now I wish she'd never broken any of her rules. I understood why she held to them so hard. Once you broke the first one, they all broke, one by one, like firecrackers exploding in your face in a parking lot on the Fourth of July.
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We have no home, she told me. I am your home.
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No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.
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Dawn tinted the darkness like water ink.
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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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I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked.
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Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.
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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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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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Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.
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purification in fire. public cremation
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I decided that if I was never going to sell anything as long as I lived, I might as well do what I want to do 'cause then at least I would've done what I wanted to do in life. What's that worth?
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It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.
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His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.
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I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.
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What is real is always worth it.
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Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger
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What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.
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