Izzy Drummond

“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 do know how to pay attention,

how to fall down into the grass,
how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle
and blessed,
how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I've been doing all day.

Tell me,

what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last,
and too soon?

Tell me,

what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
― Mary Oliver

“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.”
― Albert Camus

“The parties with the most gain never show up on the battlefield.”
― Naomi Klein, The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism