I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.
Sylvia PlathI would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.
Sylvia PlathI am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
Sylvia Plath