The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence.... - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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

"I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree."

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

"If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed."

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again."