Rachel Antrobus

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. 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.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I really liked the term bisexual, and the more I read and learned, the more I realized it added up almost exactly to how I had felt my whole life. Even things I hadn’t realized I was feeling. I kept the label in my head for a few days, and each time I woke up and thought I am bisexual, it seemed to take a weight off my shoulders. By”
― Charlotte Reagan, Just Juliet: An LGBT Love Story

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey