A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds.
Sylvia PlathThis seemed a dreary and wasted life for a girl with fifteen years of straight A's, but I knew that's what marriage was like, because cook and clean and wash was just what Buddy Willard's mother did from morning till night, and she was the wife of a university professor and had been a private school teacher herself.
Sylvia Plath