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

Janet Fitch

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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
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Humans
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Unlimited
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Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal.
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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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Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.
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And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty seperate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.
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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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Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.
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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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One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.
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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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She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
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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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You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered. Someone whose fingers are a poem.
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I emitted some civetlike female stink, a distinct perfume of sexual wanting, that he had followed to find me here in the dark.
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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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The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
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No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.
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There is no God, there is only what you want.
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My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.
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Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.
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she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.
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