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When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things.
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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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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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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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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She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.
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And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.
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We read so that we can be moved by a new way of looking at things.
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How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?
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No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.
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They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the lovers' braille. Hands that sculpted sweetness from sullen flesh, that traced breast and ignited hips, opening, kneading. Flesh becomes bread in the heat of those hands, braided and rising.
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I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist.
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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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Dawn tinted the darkness like water ink.
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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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without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
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Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal.
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this was the wonderful thing about strangers. they were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw watever you like on their impresionable surfaces
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echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
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Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness.
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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 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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