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Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.

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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
Humans
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Unlimited
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Human

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A cliché is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint.
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echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
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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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We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental.
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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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No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.
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like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.
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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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purification in fire. public cremation
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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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It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.
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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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