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“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

“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but the highest form of intelligence.”
― Oscar Wilde

“অচলা দৃপ্তস্বরে কহিল, নেমকহারাম উনি। তাই বটে! কিন্তু যাকে এক সময় বাঁচানো যায়, আর এক সময়ে ইচ্ছে করলে বুঝি তাকে খুন করা যায়?”
― Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay, গৃহদাহ