What did Janet Fitch mean by: Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. - Janet Fitch Author · USA Copy
+ What happened to a dream without a dreamer? Feraz Zeid, August 18, 2023December 12, 2023, Janet Fitch, Dream, Dreamer, Happened, 0 - Janet Fitch Author · USA
+ A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Janet Fitch, Dream, Novel, 0 - Janet Fitch Author · USA
+ It’s not that he was going nowhere, it’s that he’d already arrived. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Janet Fitch, 0 - Janet Fitch Author · USA
+ I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn’t used to being so complicated. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Janet Fitch, Beautiful, Complicated, 0 - Janet Fitch Author · USA
+ Who can judge another man’s suffering? Feraz Zeid, June 8, 2023December 12, 2023, Janet Fitch, Judging, Suffering, 0 - Janet Fitch Author · USA
+ What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest? Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Janet Fitch, Damn, Praise, 0 - Janet Fitch Author · USA
+ For she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Janet Fitch, Body, Flames, 0 - Janet Fitch Author · USA
+ You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you Feraz Zeid, October 6, 2023December 26, 2023, Janet Fitch, Daughter, Home, Mother, 0 - Janet Fitch Author · USA
I have not been so much pushed by winds as pulled forward by the force of my decisions. - Jean Kwok Author
The sea and wind can at the same time convey my neighbour’s vessel and my own. - Jean-Baptiste Say Economist · France
I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor. - Jennifer Estep Author
I’m goin’ where the wind don’t blow so strange, maybe off on some high cold mountain chain. - Jerry Garcia
Our purpose is to lean against the winds of deflation or inflation, whichever way they are blowing. - William McChesney Martin
