No matter where I was, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.
Janet FitchI thought of my mother as Queen Christina, cool and sad, eyes trained on some distant horizon. That was where she belonged, in furs and palaces of rare treasures, fireplaces large enough to roast a reindeer, ships of Swedish maple.
Janet FitchWhat was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.
Janet Fitch