I began to see why woman-haters could make such fools of women. Woman-haters were like gods: invulnerable and chock full of power. They descended, and then they disappeared. You could never catch one.
Sylvia PlathI wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.
Sylvia PlathThe floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
Sylvia Plath