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
prayer eye hair
How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its teeth were bad, its hair gray and unkempt. While beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.
loneliness pennies
My loneliness tasted like pennies.
running book party
I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.
dream dreamer happened
What happened to a dream without a dreamer?
pain bears
One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.
kids people trying
The writer is both a sadist and a masochist. We create people we love, and then we torture them. The more we love them, and the more cleverly we torture them along the lines of their greatest vulnerability and fear, the better the story. Sometimes we try to protect them from getting booboos that are too big. Don’t. This is your protagonist, not your kid.
beauty girl dream
What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.
taught apologizing made
Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.
mom mother imagine
I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.
home ashes want
Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.
doors fingers
He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.
wind sweden icy
I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.
sleep lovers giddy
Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched....
stupid rain stupid-things
The stupid things you say in the rain, that can't ever be washed away.