I have stitched life into me like a rare organ - 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 talk to God but the sky is empty."

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

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

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