If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them.
Sylvia PlathBut when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.
Sylvia Plath