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
darkness layers feels
Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness.
taught used
She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
karma caring thinking
She was starting to think there might be such a thing as karma - that repetition - maybe you lived through the same thing over and over until you stopped caring. Maybe eventually it got less intense, until it was just nothing.
kindness icy lasts
Kindness 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.
there-is-no-god ifs
And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.
daughter mother home
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you
mean kids heart
I nodded. A man's world. But what did it mean? That men whistled and stared and yelled things at you, and you had to take it, or you get raped or beat up? A man's world meant places men could go but not women. It meant they had more money,and didn't have kids, not the way women did, to look after every second. And it meant that women loved them more than they loved the women, that they could want something with all their hearts, and then not.
laughter night smell
The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.
optimist
I've been depressed many times in my life. But under it all I'm an optimist.
dream novel
A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.
july broken wish
Now I wish she'd never broken any of her rules. I understood why she held to them so hard. Once you broke the first one, they all broke, one by one, like firecrackers exploding in your face in a parking lot on the Fourth of July.
rocks want oleanders
Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.
beautiful way needs
A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I’d take it
names tears twenties
What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?