When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.
Sylvia PlathWe must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
Sylvia PlathPerhaps you considered yourself an oracle, Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other. Thirty years now I have labored To dredge the silt from your throat. I am none the wiser.
Sylvia Plath