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
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.
block reality doors
And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty seperate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.
flames body bigs
For she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame.
dream men hands
They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the lovers' braille. Hands that sculpted sweetness from sullen flesh, that traced breast and ignited hips, opening, kneading. Flesh becomes bread in the heat of those hands, braided and rising.
creating skins pages
It's their skins I'm peeling," she said. "The skins of the insipid scribblers, which I graft to the page, creating monsters of meaninglessness.
suffering unhappy ifs
If sinners where so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?
wanted
And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.
oleanders way want
The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.
numbness broken way
I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked...
eye dark boys
When most people looked at Josie Tyrell, they only saw a certain collection of bones, a selection of forms filling space. But Michael saw past the mouth and the eyes, the architecture of the body, her fleshly masquerade. Other boys were happy enough to enjoy the show, they just wanted to be entertained in the body's shadow theater. But Michael had to come backstage. He went down into the mines, into the dark, and brought up the gold, your new self, a better self. But what good was it if he was just going to leave her behind?
love-is payment checks
Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due.
beautiful complicated used
I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated.