Quotes from Janet Fitch

He had bars on all the windows now. She stroked his new security door with the pads of her fingers like it was fur. "Taste his fear. It tastes just like champagne. Cold and crisp and absolutely without sweetness.

Honey, this is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster.

Dragostea e temperamental?. Obositoare. Are exigenÈ›ele ei. Dragostea te foloseÈ™te. Se r?zgandeÈ™te. (...) Dar ura... Este ceva de care te poÈ›i folosi. O poÈ›i sculpta. O poÈ›i mânui. Este tare sau moale, dup? cum ai nevoie. Dragostea te umileÈ™te, dar ura te alin?. E aÈ™a de bine. M? simt infinit mai bine acum.

This ragged heart," she said, pulling at her kimono. "I should rip it out and bury it for compost.

I wanted to put words between us, like spikes, to keep myself from falling into him like a girl without bones.

That was Ingrid Magnussen. She made up rules and suddenly they were engraved on the Rosetta Stone, they'd been brought to the surface from a cave under the Dead Sea, they were inscribed on scrolls from the T'ang Dynasty.

Talk to me. Look up, I thought. But she didn't, only stopped and picked a sprig of alyssum to smell the honey. I cut a shred from my heart and dangled it on a homemade hook before her.

I wished I could draw the way her broad-shouldered body threw a shadow on the moonpale dust. How brave she looked just then.

The pine shadows moved across my blanket, the wall behind me. People were just like that. We couldn't even see each other, just the shadows moving, pushed by unseen winds.

Always learn poems by heart," she said. "They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.

The ridiculous way we thought male, female, as pants or skirt. Suddenly, the whole sexual universe and its conventions seemed fantastic, contrived.

She laughed so easily, when she was happy, but also when she was sad.

She's never where she is. She's only inside her head.

But how long can a person float, looking at an empty horizon? How long do you drift before you call it quits?

My words, that's what she wanted. What's this? she kept asking. What's this? But how could I tell her? She'd taken all the words.

She thought she could justify anything, even murder, just because it was what she wanted.

It was safer in here, there were rules and regular meals, professional care. Mac was a floor you could not fall below. I supposed the ex-cons who kept going back to prison felt the same way. "You

Time has taken on an utterly different quality for me. What difference does a year make? In a perverse way, I pity the women who are still a part of time, trapped by it, how many months, how many days. I have been cut free

I'll tell you this: history is the sound of a floor underneath a rotten regime, termite-ridden and ready to fall. It groans. It smells like ozone before a storm.

I would always know what time it was in California.

You never thought, maybe I should have left Astrid some words.

I didn't want to remind her that I was the reason she was trapped in electric bills and kid's shoes grown too small, the reason she was clawing at the windows like Michaels dying tomatoes. 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.

Che strano. Non mi sono mai goduta l'amore tanto come quest'odio. L'amore è volubile. Ti mette alla prova. E' esigente. L'amore ti usa. Cambia idea continuamente>>. Teneva gli occhi chiusi. Il viso era imperlato di gocce d'acqua come filamenti di medusa. <

I was more his child than he knew. But my womanhood had put a permanent barrier between us. He didn't know how to be the father of a woman, and womanhood could not be undone. The future already a fact.