Outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. I look down into the warm, earthy world. Into a nest of lovers' beds, baby cribs, meal tables, all the solid commerce of life in this earth, and feel apart, enclosed in a wall of glass.
Sylvia PlathI love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.
Sylvia PlathI tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.
Sylvia Plath