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
mother queens eye
I thought of my mother as Queen Christina, cool and sad, eyes trained on some distant horizon. That was where she belonged, in furs and palaces of rare treasures, fireplaces large enough to roast a reindeer, ships of Swedish maple.
hands clay potters
I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.
inspiring failure phoenix
The phoenix must burn to emerge.
lost-ones oysters white
The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.
ivory tables pages
I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.
oleanders want natural
It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.
water people desire
I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.
missing stories
The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.
girl rain gun
Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face on a November day in the rain.
heart water poetry
Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.
flower snow focus
Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.
cliche heard
A cliche is everything you've ever heard of.
ocean guitar sea
She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.
memories landscape dimensions
Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.