A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds.
Sylvia PlathI began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didnโt taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowersโ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.
Sylvia PlathSo learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.
Sylvia Plath