God, if ever I have come close to wanting to commit suicide, it is now, with the groggy sleepless blood dragging through my veins, and the air thick and gray with rain ... I fell into bed again this morning, begging for sleep, withdrawing into the dark, warm, fetid escape from action, from responsibility. No good.
Sylvia PlathI need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.
Sylvia PlathIt was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.
Sylvia Plath