If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.
Sylvia PlathThere is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
Sylvia PlathI had always imagined myself hitching up on to my elbows on the delivery table after it was all over - dead white, of course, with no makeup and from the awful ordeal, but smiling and radiant, with my hair down to my waist, and reaching out for my first little squirmy child and saying its name, whatever it was.
Sylvia Plath