I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.
Sylvia PlathI do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit.
Sylvia PlathI wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.
Sylvia Plath