Sylvia Plath

"Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning."

"I’ll never speak to God again."

"What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination."

"I have stitched life into me like a rare organ"

"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call."

"Wear your heart on your skin in this life."

"Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted."

"Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity."

"I have stitched life into me like a rare organ"

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

"Is there no way out of the mind?"

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

"I talk to God but the sky is empty."

"The truth comes to me. The truth loves me."

"I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?"

"I talk to God but the sky is empty."

"The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower."