The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.
Sylvia PlathI hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.
Sylvia Plathbecause wherever I satโon the deck of a ship or at a street cafรฉ in Paris or BangkokโI would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.
Sylvia PlathStrange, when one thinks of all the other boys, infinite experimental kisses, test tube infatuations, crushes, pseudo-loves. All through this physical separation, through the testing and the trying of the others, there has been this peculiar rapport, comradeship, of us two so alike, so similar, but for science-boy and humanities-girl - the introspection, self examination, biannual deep summarizing conversations, and then the platonic parting.
Sylvia Plath