Kaitie

“The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only the oleanders thrived, their delicate poisonous blooms, their dagger green leaves. We could not sleep in the hot dry nights, my mother and I.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“You have to die a few times before you can really
live.”
― Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

“Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander