513 Quotes by Janet Fitch

She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in a bottle. 'Never let a man stay the night,' she told me. 'Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.' The night magic sounded lovely. Someday I would have lovers and write a poem after.

purification in fire. public cremation

And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.

Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground.

They wanted the real mother, the blood mother, the great womb, mother of fierce compassion, a woman large enough to hold all the pain, to carry it away. What we needed was someone who bled...mother's big enough, wide enough for us to hide in...mother's who would breathe for us when we could not breathe anymore, who would fight for us, who would kill for us, die for us.

She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of her clothes, I was a steel dress

It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.

she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.

her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth