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  • Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")


  • Her voice made me drunk, deep and sun-warmed, a hint of a foreign accent, Swedish singsong a generation removed.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • 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.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • Reading LOVE JUNKIE is like watching a sleepwalker taking a stroll on a freeway. All you can do is pray. Gorgeously written, piercingly honest.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • We have no home, she told me. I am your home.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • I imagined Kandinsky's mind, spread out all over the world, and then gathered together. Everyone having only a piece of the puzzle. Only in a show like this could you see the complete picture, stack the pieces up, hold them to the light, see how it all fit together. It made me hopeful, like someday my life would make sense too, if I could just hold all the pieces together at the same time.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • She cut a small piece of the gravalax and put it on a piece of black bread, daintily spooned a bit of dill sauce onto it, and ate it like it was the last piece of food in the world. I tried to imitate her, eating so slowly, tasting the raw pink fish and the coarse, sour bread, salt and sugar around the rind, flavors and scents like colors on a palette, like the tones in music.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")

  • We parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the chefs cooking. It smelled like stew, or meat loaf, the way time should smell, solid and nourishing.
    (Janet Fitch, "White Oleander")


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