Quote of Inspiration

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 Atilla 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



Sunday, August 1, 2010

Quote 5 of 52


I am off to Paris this morning. I can hardly believe it. I've wanted to return to Paris since I first went, for New Year's Eve 1998. I only stayed the weekend, but I loved it and vowed that I would one day live there. This week, I'm spending a few days in Paris before heading over to Spain to attend a friend's wedding, and I couldn't be more excited. So.....in light of my travels, I'm posting a quote today from my favorite guy: Hemingway. He was, after all, the ultimate American in Paris.


*Hemingway, Paris, 1924

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.




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