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
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.
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.
kids class humiliated
like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.
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.
fire purification cremation
purification in fire. public cremation
wind oleanders lovers
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.
sweet battle poppies
Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground.
mother pain real
They wanted the real mother, the blood mother, the great womb, mother of fierce compassion, a woman large enough to hold all the pain, to carry it away. What we needed was someone who bled...mother's big enough, wide enough for us to hide in...mother's who would breathe for us when we could not breathe anymore, who would fight for us, who would kill for us, die for us.
stars possibility revelations
It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.
eye dark dancer
I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
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.
dream seductive appearance
her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth
paper pieces wonderful
this was the wonderful thing about strangers. they were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw watever you like on their impresionable surfaces