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
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.
swimming want fishes
I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.
want what-you-want there-is-no-god
There is no God, there is only what you want.
rocks want oleanders
Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.
pain relief want
It wasn't awful to be dead. The stillness would almost be a relief. She wouldn't want pain, she wouldn't want to be wounded or mutilated. She could never shoot herself or jump off a building. But being dead wasn't unthinkable.
artist want what-you-want
As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be.
oleanders way want
The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.
wanted
And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.
oleanders want natural
It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.
angel baking cakes food gadget grilling heart loaf met tube
My mother never met a gadget she didn't like. There were tube pans for baking the angel food cakes my father could have after his first heart attack, and Bundt pans and loaf pans and baking pans and grilling pans.
recreation solitary
My mother had been a solitary chef. It was her recreation and her escape.
good unless
I write every day... I never get ideas unless I'm actually writing. Ideas I get in the shower don't do me any good.
family including pay wondering
I write every day, including weekends. For writers, there are no weekends. It's just that your family is around, looking mournful, wondering when you're going to pay attention to them.
connection energy god vague
My thoughts about God are vague and abstract. My connection with the energy of the universe is shaky.