let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

"God, who am I?"

"But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good."

"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."

"Is anyone anywhere happy?"

"I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head."