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
rome tree age
We recived our colouring from the Norsemen,hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees.We are the ones who sacked Rome.Fear only feeble old age and death in bed.Don't forget who you are.
lines way sometimes
Wasn't that the way it always was? You didn't know, you couldn't tell, you just let it happen... Perhaps they didn't know themselves. Sometimes the line was very fine.
meals should good-meals
Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal.
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.
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.
despair panic possibility
Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.
loneliness pennies
My loneliness tasted like pennies.
dream dreamer happened
What happened to a dream without a dreamer?
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.
sleep lovers giddy
Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched....
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.