What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. - Sylvia Plath

"I have stitched life into me like a rare organ"

"Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity."

"The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower."

"Is there no way out of the mind?"

"I have stitched life into me like a rare organ"