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

"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’ll never speak to God again."

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