Look at all the life in this, " she said. "Every pip could become a tree, and every tree could bear another hundred fruits and every fruit could bear another hundred trees. And so on to infinity." I picked the picks from my tongue with my fingers." Just imagine, " she said. "If every seed grew, there'd be no room in the world for anything but pomegranate trees. David Almond
About This Quote

I think this quote of hers is more of a metaphor than anything else. The idea that every pip of life has the potential to bloom into something beautiful is really beautiful. I can't imagine what she was thinking when she said it, but it's an interesting thought nonetheless.

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