I talk to God but the sky is empty. - Sylvia Plath

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

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

"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."

"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."