I must say what I admire most is the person who masters an area of practical experience, and can teach me something. I mean, my local midwife has taught me how to keep bees. Well, she can't understand anything I write. And I find myself liking her, may I say, more than most poets. And among my friends I find people who know all about boats or know all about certain sports, or how to cut somebody open and remove an organ. I'm fascinated by this mastery of the practical.
Sylvia PlathI hadn't, at the last moment, felt like washing off the two diagonal lines of dried blood that marked my cheeks. They seemed touching, and rather spectacular, and I thought I would carry them around with me, like the relic of a dead lover, till they wore off of their own accord.
Sylvia PlathI can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
Sylvia PlathAnd I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
Sylvia PlathIs to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add colorโitโs a pot boiler really, but I think it will show how isolated a person feels when he is suffering a breakdown . . . Iโve tried to picture my world and the people in it as seen through the distorting lens of a bell jar.
Sylvia Plath