Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness.
Janet FitchThe cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.
Janet FitchOnce you get below the floor of our personal identities, we're all connected. Perhaps that's why we can move into others' lives.
Janet FitchYour protagonist is your readerโs portal into the story. The more observant he or she can be, the more vivid will be the world youโre creating. They donโt have to be super-educated, they just have to be mentally active. Keep them looking, thinking, wondering, remembering.
Janet FitchI took my mother's knife and played johnny johnny johnny on the playhouse floor. I was drunk, stabbed myself every few throws. I held my hand up and there was satisfaction at seeing my blood, the way there was when I saw the red gouges onmy face that people stared at and turned away. They were thinking I was beautiful, but they were wrong, now they could see how ugly and mutilated I was.
Janet Fitch