Sylvia Plath

I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

...Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream mother-goose, Alice-and- Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?

Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.

I fixed my eyes on the larget cloud, as if, when it passed out of my sight, I might have the good luck to pass with it.

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

I talk to God, but the sky is empty.

What did my hands do before they held you?

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.