I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.
Janet FitchThe sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.
Janet FitchKindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.
Janet Fitch