If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Sylvia PlathThere is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
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 PlathIt was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it - floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast and in the face of Buddy Willard, who was responsible for my seeing it in the first place, and pretty soon I felt as though I were carrying that cadavers head around with me on a string, like some black, noseless balloon stinking of vinegar.
Sylvia Plath