Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.
Sylvia PlathIf only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel.
Sylvia PlathI do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.
Sylvia PlathI guess they call it suicide, but I'm to full to swallow my pride I can't stand losing you The Police Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
Sylvia Plath