I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.
SYLVIA PLATH, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.
SYLVIA PLATH, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.
SYLVIA PLATH, The Bell Jar
Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it. What I couldn't stand was this shrinking everything into ... hideous, cramped, scorpion-lettered formulas.
SYLVIA PLATH, The Bell Jar
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
SYLVIA PLATH, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died.
SYLVIA PLATH, The Bell Jar
God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter -- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
