At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.
Sylvia PlathWe must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
Sylvia PlathWhy honey, don't you want to get dressed?" My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only reason with me sweetly, like one intelligent, mature person with another. It's almost three in the afternoon." I'm writing a novel," I said. "I haven't got time to change into this and change into that.
Sylvia Plath