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

"I’ll never speak to God again."

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

"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call."

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

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