I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.
Sylvia PlathThe moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Sylvia PlathI am still so naรฏve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, donโt ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
Sylvia Plath