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I 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.

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Janet Fitch
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
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Journalist
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Janet Elizabeth Fitch
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Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.
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What is real is always worth it.
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Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.
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And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.
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Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.
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without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
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My hatred gives me strength.
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Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.
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This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster.
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I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.
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It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.
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It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.
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We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental.
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His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.
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The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.
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She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
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Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger
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At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all at once, only its own part. Just like life. Each person was like a line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor had the whole score.
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Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.
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Who was I, really? I was the sole occupant of my mother's totalitarian state, my own personal history rewritten to fit the story she was telling that day. There were so many missing pieces. I was starting to find some of them, working my way upriver, collecting a secret cache of broken memories in a shoebox.
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