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

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

"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."

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

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

"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."