Quotes I Liked – The Bell Jar (Part 2)

“The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.” – page 72

“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.” – page 73

“It occurred to me that my vision of the fig-tree and all the fat figs that withered and fell to earth might well have arisen from the profound void of an empty stomach.” – page 74

“So i began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterwards you went about numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state.” – page 81

“’Not bad.’ I thought it was dreadful.” – page 87

“I could tell Marco was a woman-hater, because in spite of all the models and TV starlets in the room that night he paid attention to nobody but me. Not out of kindness or even curiosity, but because I’d happened to be dealt to him, like a playing card in a pack of identical cards.” – page 102

“Children made me sick.” – page 113

“But even that didn’t shut out the light, so I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.” – page 113

“Then I knew what the trouble was. I needed experience. How could I write about life when I’d never get a love affair or a baby or seen anybody die?” – page 117

“What did I think was wrong? That made it sound as if nothing was really wrong, I only thought it was wrong.” – page 124

“They understood things of the spirit in Japan. They disemboweled themselves when anything went wrong.” – page 132

“What bothered me was that everything about the house seemed normal, although I knew it must be chock-full of crazy people.” – page 135

“The figures around me weren’t people, but shop dummies, painted to resemble people and propped up in attitudes counterfeiting life.” – page 136