I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my hear... - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

"The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you hit bottom."

"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy."

"There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends."

"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."

"I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth."