"I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
"If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days."
"And who am I, God-that-I-don't-believe-in?"
"Women in numbers have always disturbed me."
"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing."
E' Sylvia Plath, un po' la campana di vetro, un po' altre cose. Scusate se sono un po' ripetitiva per quanto riguarda le mie fonti...
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