I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.
Sylvia PlathI like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.
Sylvia PlathI need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.
Sylvia PlathThe silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.
Sylvia Plath