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    Bonnie Burstow
    “Often father and daughter look down on mother (woman) together. They exchange meaningful glances when she misses a point. They agree that she is not bright as they are, cannot reason as they do. This collusion does not save the daughter from the mother’s fate.”
    Bonnie Burstow, Radical Feminist Therapy: Working in the Context of Violence

  • #2
    Xiaolu Guo
    “Yours is the face of a post-modern woman.”
    Xiaolu Guo, Twenty Fragments of a Ravenous Youth

  • #3
    Xiaolu Guo
    “My youth began when I was 21. At least, that's when I decided it began. That was when I started to think that all those shiny things in life - some of them might possibly be for me.”
    Xiaolu Guo, Twenty Fragments of a Ravenous Youth

  • #4
    Deborah Levy
    “When happiness is happening it feels as if nothing else happened before it, it is a sensation that happens only in the present tense.”
    Deborah Levy, Things I Don't Want to Know

  • #5
    Sylvia Plath
    “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



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