Julia Carr

“Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“She's never where she is,' I said. 'She's only inside her head.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“I wanted to hear what she was saying. I wanted to smell that burnt midnight again, I wanted to feel that wind. It was a secret wanting, like a song I couldn't stop humming, or loving someone I could never have. No matter where I went, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander