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

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

"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."

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