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

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

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

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

"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call."