Janet Fitch
Janet Fitch
Janet Fitch is most famously known as the author of the Oprah's Book Club novel White Oleander, which became a film in 2002. She is a graduate of Reed College, located in Portland, Oregon...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth9 November 1955
CountryUnited States of America
meals should good-meals
Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal.
reading honest praying
Reading LOVE JUNKIE is like watching a sleepwalker taking a stroll on a freeway. All you can do is pray. Gorgeously written, piercingly honest.
wind oleanders lovers
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.
mom children teeth
I felt suddenly cruel, like I´d told dmall children there was no tooth fairy, that it was just their Mom sneaking into their room after they went to bed.
sea turtles floating
I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.
hands clay potters
I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.
night hair sparks
The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends.
eye dark dancer
I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
sea voice spices
His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.
jewels lakes hatred
Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.
rocks blue sea
Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.
lonely giving magic
She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you whatever you want.
rising photograph printing
I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze.
california matter west
No matter where I was, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.