Esme Roda

“I saw myself sitting on the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I wanted to 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

“In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you. But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, what stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn. And such a want-wit sadness makes of me that I have much ado to know myself.”
― William Shakespeare

“I think all of us are always five years old in the presence and absence of our parents”
― Sherman Alexie