"Everything you want is out there waiting for you to ask. Everything you want also wants you. But you have to take action to get it."
— Jack Canfield

"I emitted some civetlike female stink, a distinct perfume of sexual wanting, that he had followed to find me here in the dark."
— Janet Fitch (White Oleander)

"He just wanted to stand close to her, touch her hair that was white as glacier milk..."
— Janet Fitch (White Oleander)

"It was her first book, an indigo cover with a silver moonflower, an art nouveau flower, I traced my finger along the silver line like smoke, whiplash curves. ... I touched the pages her hands touched, I pressed them to my lips, the soft thick old paper, yellow now, fragile as skin. I stuck my nose between the bindings and smelled all the readings she had given, the smell of unfiltered cigarettes and the espresso machine, beaches and incense and whispered words in the night. I could hear her voice rising from the pages. The cover curled outward like sails."
— Janet Fitch (White Oleander)