I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
Sylvia PlathI began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didnโt taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowersโ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.
Sylvia PlathEvery woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.
Sylvia PlathI don't see what women see in other women," I'd told Doctor Nolan in my interview that noon. "What does a woman see in a woman that she can't see in a man?" Doctor Nolan paused. Then she said, "Tenderness.
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