Sylvia Plath Quotes:
Ocupation: Poet
Life: October 27, 1932 - February 11, 1963
Birthday: October 27
Death: February 11
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 loosing 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.
source: 1963 The Bell Jar, ch.7.
topic: Wrinkles, Feet, Tree, Branching Out, Choosing One, Bell Jar, Figs
