#sylvia-plath

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

"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."

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

"Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience."

"Even amongst fierce flames/ The golden lotus can be planted."

"I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me."