Janet Fitch Quotes
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I was into the music scene, but I was also a bit of a perfectionist and very hard on myself... very dark in that way.
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My perfect day would be to go on a picnic up Mt. Wilson with Christopher Isherwood, Greta Garbo, Aldous Huxley, and Bertrand Russell.
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I write all the time, whether I feel like it or not. I never get inspired unless I'm already writing.
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My mother was an enthusiastic chef but wildly disorganized, and often preferred purchasing yet another jar of mace or chili powder rather than having to hunt down its last incarnation.
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I just wanted to live in books and in movies.
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As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer.
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The thing that makes vivid writing is when the reader is in the body of the story, the body of the character. Things smell like something; there's weather, there's texture, there's light.
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As an undergraduate, I had not studied literature - I was a history major.
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I send all my short fiction to 'Ontario Review' because Joyce Carol Oates is associate editor there, and I think she's fantastic.
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A lot of people think they should be happy all the time. But the writer understands you need both. You need the whole piano: the richness of the whole human experience. Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.
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When working on your own, you can make a choice and find out six months later that you made a bad choice. But when you work with people you trust, who understand your obsessions, you can take risks.
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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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Crime novelists do really well with Los Angeles.
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Nineteen is as alive as 40-plus. I can vividly remember 19 and how I saw the world.
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Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of an atomic bomb.
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A book's flaws make it less predictable.
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I never know how a novel is going to end, because you don't really know what's going to be at the bottom of a novel until you excavate it.