I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
Sylvia PlathShe stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
Sylvia PlathAntoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death — mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know.
Sylvia Plath