More quotes by Anne Sexton

"Do you like me?”No answer.Silence bounced, fell off his tongueand sat between usand clogged my throat.It slaughtered my trust.It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.We exchanged blind words,and I did not cry,I did not beg,but blackness filled my ears,blackness lunged in my heart,and something that had been good,a sort of kindly oxygen,turned into a gas oven."
"Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance."
"The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives"
"As it has been said:Love and a coughcannot be concealed.Even a small cough.Even a small love."
"Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard."