Quotations by Author

Sylvia Plath

Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

I am inhabited by a cry./ Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love./ I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me;/ All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.