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

"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."

"But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get."

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

"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."