“Remember...we don't see objects, we see light. [...] Light can do anything water can do--flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an artist can do--paint, burnish, carve. Candlelight falls, licks a face. There is always light in a room.” LightRememberFacesArtistFallWaterCan DoRoomsObjectsFlowPaintCandlelight Author:Janet Fitch
“This involves more than I can discuss here, but do it. Read the writers of great prose dialogue-people like Robert Stone and Joan Didion. Compression, saying as little as possible, making everything carry much more than is actually said. Conflict. Dialogue as part of an ongoing world, not just voices in a dark room. Never say the obvious. Skip the meet and greet.” PeopleWorldLittlesSaidI CanVoiceDarkRoomsConflictStonesObviousDialogueProseOngoingSkipDark RoomCompression Author:Janet Fitch
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. 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.” PeopleIfsKnowsWayWantInspirationalHumansPersonsSoulGrowsSpaceRoomsConditionsLonelinessIntelligentDisappointmentYour SoulSensitiveExceptionHuman ConditionTunnelsCattleNever ExpectOleandersSensitive Person Author:Janet Fitch
“I felt suddenly cruel, like I´d told dmall children there was no tooth fairy, that it was just their Mom sneaking into their room after they went to bed.” ChildrenFeltRoomsMomBedTeethFairyTooth Fairy Book:White Oleander Source: White Oleander
“So much wanting and longing, clutching, desiring, passion and hatred and terrible need. Here, death was suitable, there was room for it, the grip of life's relentless urges slackened, replaced by this icy simplicity. This wasnt her death. It was his. That was the sad and honest truth. Though it would stay with her, it would be more like a black onyx heart on a silver chain, worn privately, under her clothes, close to her body, all her life. The guilt, the beauty, everything. It wasnt over, it had only begun. Well ok then, Okay.” NeedsWellsHeartBodyWould BePassionBlackRoomsHonestTerribleClothesHatredOkayLongingGuiltSimplicityChainsSilverUrgesOver ItWornReplacedRelentlessSuitableIcyHonest Truth Author:Janet Fitch
“...I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn't come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them and then changed their minds.” MenYearsMindMadeLeftRoomsSecurityChangedStandingTiredSmellBeerGatesFifteenEmergenciesWhiskeyDoorwaysFifteen YearsChristmas EveEmergency RoomFifteen Years Old Book:White Oleander Source: White Oleander
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow.” WayHumansSoulGrowsRoomsConditionsLonelinessYour SoulHuman ConditionTunnelsOleanders Book:White Oleander Source: White Oleander
“My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.” WritingLittlesHouseRoomsModernDesksSecretaryOld Fashioned Author:Janet Fitch
