Janet Fitch Quotes

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  • I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated.

    Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press
  • He hated crowds, never liked punk. He couldn't handle the nakedness of the rage -his own so sophisticated and finely tuned. He could never see the similarity between himself and Donnie Draino screaming into a mic.

  • A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.

  • Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.

  • Dawn tinted the darkness like water ink.

    Janet Fitch (2013). “Paint It Black”, p.203, Hachette UK
  • She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in a bottle. 'Never let a man stay the night,' she told me. 'Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.' The night magic sounded lovely. Someday I would have lovers and write a poem after.

    Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press
  • I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.

  • 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.

    Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press
  • She laughed so easily when she was happy. But also when she was sad.

    Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.131, Hachette UK
  • Writing mirrors the interior self. You know, any book is like the perfect blueprint of the psyche of the author.

  • We read so that we can be moved by a new way of looking at things.

    Source: www.oprah.com
  • She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.

  • 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.

    Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press
  • She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.

  • She was starting to think there might be such a thing as karma - that repetition - maybe you lived through the same thing over and over until you stopped caring. Maybe eventually it got less intense, until it was just nothing.

    Janet Fitch (2013). “Paint It Black”, p.90, Hachette UK
  • Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.

  • 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.

    Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press
  • Always tell us where we are. And don't just tell us where something is, make it pay off. Use description of landscape to help you establish the emotional tone of the scene. Keep notes of how other authors establish mood and foreshadow events by describing the world around the character. Look at the openings of Fitzgerald stories, and Graham Greene, they're great at this.

  • You can't shape me anymore. I am the uncontrolled element, the random act. I am forward movement in time. You think you can see me? Then tell me, who am I? You don't know.

  • 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.

    Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press
  • She wanted to wake up like Dorothy and see Michael's face peering over the side of the bed, laughing. WHY, YOU JUST HIT YOUR HEAD. But it was not a dream and there was no Kansas and he was never coming back.

  • history only existed in the human mind, subject to endless revision. 'each man kills the thing he loves'-Oscar Wilde. You kill it before it kills you, but he was wrong. you killed it by accident. thinking you were doing something else. shattering, when all you wanted to do was keep it safe.

  • These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain

  • Wasn't that the way it always was? You didn't know, you couldn't tell, you just let it happen... Perhaps they didn't know themselves. Sometimes the line was very fine.

    Janet Fitch (2006). “Paint It Black: A Novel”, p.84, Hachette UK
  • Most people write the same sentence over and over again. The same number of words-say, 8-10, or 10-12. The same sentence structure. Try to become stretchy-if you generally write 8 words, throw a 20 word sentence in there, and a few three-word shorties. If you're generally a 20 word writer, make sure you throw in some threes, fivers and sevens, just to keep the reader from going crosseyed.

  • When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things.

  • Darkness coiled between what he wanted them to believe and the self he despised. It only made him more alone. How could you save someone when he didn't let you kno him? What a waste. The beauty he murdered in this place. He could never see what he had, only what he failed to achieve.

  • My father was an engineer - he wasn't literary, not a writer or a journalist, but he was one of the world's great readers. Every two weeks, he'd take me to our local branch library and pull books off the shelf for me, stacking them up in my arms - 'Have you read this? And this? And this?"

    Interview with Oprah Winfrey, www.oprah.com. September, 2006.
  • I imagined my soul taking in these words like silicated water in the Petrified Forest, turning my wood to patterned agate. I liked it when my mother shaped me this way. I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.

    Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press
  • I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.

    Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.13, Hachette UK
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