Quotes from Janet Fitch

It was as if I was blind and she'd told me, sight doesn't matter, it's just as well you can't see.

Dincolo de toate temerile, avertiz?rile, Dincolo de toate, GreÈ™elile unei femei sunt diferite de cele ale unei fete, Sunt scrise cu foc în piatr?, Sunt o tr?s?tur?, nu o eroare.

Wait for me, you said. Then left me alone in the echoing world.

Her name was Lost. Her name was Nobody's Daughter.

No one considered that a key might lock as well as unlock.

Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.

The mind was so thin, barely a spiderweb, with all its fine thoughts, aspirations, and beliefs in its own importance. Watch how easily it unravels, evaporates under the first lick of pain. Gasping

she knew we were foster children, that Yvonne wouldn't keep the baby. She'd already decided we were irresponsible and deserved every bit of our suffering.

Reverend Thomas said that in hell, the sinners were indifferent to the suffering of others, it was part of damnation. I hadn't understood that until now.

I imagined Kandinsky's mind, spread out all over the world, and then gathered together. Everyone having only a piece of the puzzle. Only in a show like this could you see the complete picture, stack the pieces up, hold them to the light, see how it all fit together. It made me hopeful, like someday my life would make sense too, if I could just hold all the pieces together at the same time.

people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger. They were blind sleepwalkers on tightropes, fingers scoring thin air.

thinking about what Mr. Delgado had said in our last class. He said the reason we studied history was to find out why things were the way they were, how we got here. He said you could do anything you wanted to people who didn't know their history. That was the way a totalitarian system worked. Who

She was drifting outside the limit of all reason, where the next stop was light-years away through nothing but darkness.

It was one thing to hope, but you had to take care of yourself in the present, or you wouldn't survive.

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 separate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.

There were lockouts, bread riots. And absurdly, I turned seventeen right in the middle of it all. Ridiculous. An insult to celebrate such a thing when the whole country was sliding into the abyss.

IT DIDN'T TAKE ME long to figure out why the girls called Amelia Cruella De Vil. In the beautiful wooden house, we went hungry all the time.

The future was a white fog into which I would vanish, unmarked by the flourish of rustling taffeta blue and gold. No mother to guide me. I

Amelia liked me. She had me sit next to her and finish the food on her plate when she was done eating.

The rest of us will make compromises, find excuses, someone or something to blame, and hold that over our hearts like a pendant on a chain. I

People just wanted to be loved. That

I don't want things. I just want to feel like someone gives a shit.

Everybody left you eventually. He

Carolee bought me a mirror for my purse and Owen and Peter gave me a lizard in a jar with a bow. From Davey I got a big sheet of cardboard on which he'd taped animal scat and Xeroxes of animal tracks to match, with carefully printed labels.