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

"I’ll never speak to God again."

"Wear your heart on your skin in this life."

"Is there no way out of the mind?"

"Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted."

"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."