Is anyone anywhere happy? - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
"Is anyone anywhere happy?"
"Is anyone anywhere happy?"
"God, who am I?"
"Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience."
"Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever."
"I desire the things that will destroy me in the end."
"How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into."