Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape. Janet Fitch dimensionfourthlandscape Change image and share on social
Many women get involved with a man that you pretty much know isn't suitable and you're kind of breaking your rules, but he's attractive in some unknown way. And then he doesn't even realize what a sacrifice you're making by being with him and he dumps you! Janet Fitch attractivebreakdump share on social
Nineteen is as alive as 40-plus. I can vividly remember 19 and how I saw the world. Janet Fitch alivenineteenremember Change image and share on social
My mother never met a gadget she didn't like. There were tube pans for baking the angel food cakes my father could have after his first heart attack, and Bundt pans and loaf pans and baking pans and grilling pans. Janet Fitch angelattackbake share on social
I write every day, including weekends. For writers, there are no weekends. It's just that your family is around, looking mournful, wondering when you're going to pay attention to them. Janet Fitch attentiondayfamily Change image and share on social
Use description of landscape to help you establish the emotional tone of the scene. Keep notes of how other authors establish mood and foreshadow events by describing the world around the character. Janet Fitch authorcharacterdescribe Change image and share on social
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. Janet Fitch badchoicefind Change image and share on social
I started writing when I was 21. I was going to become an historian. And then I realized there was more to the world than just the past. I didn't want to spend my life in the library. Janet Fitch historianlibrarylife Change image and share on social
I always read poetry before I write, to sensitize me to the rhythms and music of language. Janet Fitch languagemusicpoetry Change image and share on social
A novelist can get by on story, but the poet has nothing but the words. Janet Fitch novelistpoetstory Change image and share on social