Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal. Janet Fitch More Quotes by Janet Fitch More Quotes From Janet Fitch Just because a poet said something didn’t mean it was true, only that it sounded good. Janet Fitch poet said mean It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars. Janet Fitch revelations possibility stars 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. Janet Fitch pain real mother Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground. Janet Fitch excess battle sweet Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. Janet Fitch oleanders lovers wind I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze. Janet Fitch printing rising photograph Reading LOVE JUNKIE is like watching a sleepwalker taking a stroll on a freeway. All you can do is pray. Gorgeously written, piercingly honest. Janet Fitch honest reading praying How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention. Janet Fitch easy attention Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold. Janet Fitch icy lasts kindness I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other. Janet Fitch party running book I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked. Janet Fitch numbness broken way The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way. Janet Fitch oleanders want way And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted. Janet Fitch wanted If sinners where so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I? Janet Fitch unhappy ifs suffering It's their skins I'm peeling," she said. "The skins of the insipid scribblers, which I graft to the page, creating monsters of meaninglessness. Janet Fitch creating skins monsters I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despaire wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy." -white oleander Janet Fitch white play enemy 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. Janet Fitch dream men hands For she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame. Janet Fitch flames bigs body 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. Janet Fitch block doors reality Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due. Janet Fitch checks payment love-is
