"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 Fitch 

"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 Fitch