But 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 PlathThe journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even if my mother and brother had not been there I would have made no move to jump.
Sylvia PlathI am afraid of getting older โฆ I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a dayโspare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be freeโฆ. I want, I want to think, to be omniscientโฆ. I think I would like to call myself โThe girl who wanted to be God.
Sylvia Plath