Koki

“It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“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, White Oleander

“You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“After all the fears, the warnings, after all, a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's. They are written by fire on stone. They are a trait and not an error.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander