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

"I talk to God but the sky is empty."

"I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket."

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

"I’ll never speak to God again."

"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing."