I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged.
Sylvia PlathWhat is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.
Sylvia PlathThe silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.
Sylvia Plath