The truth comes to me. The truth loves me. - Sylvia Plath
"The truth comes to me. The truth loves me."
"The truth comes to me. The truth loves me."
"I have stitched life into me like a rare organ"
"I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket."
"Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning."
"I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?"
"I talk to God but the sky is empty."