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
pain bears
One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.
dream dreamer happened
What happened to a dream without a dreamer?
running book party
I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.
loneliness pennies
My loneliness tasted like pennies.
doors fingers
He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.
wind sweden icy
I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.
sleep lovers giddy
Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched....
sky blue silence
The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?
names tears twenties
What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?
rocks want oleanders
Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.
lonely loneliness people
What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.
beautiful mother art
The decor bowled me over. Everywhere I looked, there was something more to see. Botanical prints, a cross section of pomegranates, a passionflower vine and its fruit. Stacks of thick books on art and design and a collection of glass paperweights filled the coffee table. It was enormously beautiful, a sensibility I'd never encountered anywhere, a relaxed luxury. I could feel my mother's contemptuous gaze falling on the cluttered surfaces, but I was tired of three white flowers in a glass vase. There was more to life than that.
men judging suffering
Who can judge another man's suffering?
writing poetry trying
The poets are the standard bearers of language. Their work lives or dies word by word. When I write and can hear a clunky sentence, I try to write up to the poetry that I have recited beforehand.