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."

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

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

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

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