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I'm incredibly restless. I read a lot of poetry. I also find myself reading the first 20 pages of everything, looking for something. And you know what? I'm usually looking for the book I'm writing. And it's not out there!

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
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University Teacher
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LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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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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It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.
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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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without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
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I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.
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Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.
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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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her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth
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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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What happened to a dream without a dreamer?
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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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I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.
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In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
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I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.
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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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Appealing to the five senses is the feature that will always set writing apart from the visual media. A good writer will tell us what the world smells like, what the textures are, what the sounds are, what the light looks like, what the weather is.
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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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I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.
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Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.
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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.
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