I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.
Janet FitchI felt suddenly cruel, like Iยดd told dmall children there was no tooth fairy, that it was just their Mom sneaking into their room after they went to bed.
Janet FitchI use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm writing.
Janet Fitchhistory only existed in the human mind, subject to endless revision. 'each man kills the thing he loves'-Oscar Wilde. You kill it before it kills you, but he was wrong. you killed it by accident. thinking you were doing something else. shattering, when all you wanted to do was keep it safe.
Janet Fitch