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
mean artist self
If evil means to be self-motivated, to be the center of one’s own universe, to live on one’s own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil.
beautiful complicated used
I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated.
mean someday shows
I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.
past faces scar
without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life.
home ashes want
Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.
It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.
girl mistake different
A womans mistakes are different from a girls
love beautiful eye
You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered. Someone whose fingers are a poem.
mom mother imagine
I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.
taught apologizing made
Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.
mother chains ashamed
I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners?
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.
swimming want fishes
I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.
mother children thinking
I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.