I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.
Sylvia PlathI felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like the date on a tombstone.
Sylvia PlathI think if I had done anything else I would like to have been a doctor. This is the sort of polar opposition to being a writer, I suppose.
Sylvia Plath