I am a victim of introspection.
— Sylvia Plath
What I want back is what I was.
If you expect nothing from anybody, you're never disappointed.
Every woman adores a Fascist.
One should be able to control and manipulate experiences with an informed and intelligent mind.
I am too pure for you or anyone.
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.
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.
Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.
There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
When you are insane, you are busy being insane - all the time.
Perfection is terrible; it cannot have children.
How we need another soul to cling to.
I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have.
But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
Is there no way out of the mind?
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm.
I have a visual imagination.
Wear your heart on your skin in this life.
I've begun to think like a Jew, to feel like a Jew.
Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you've got to burn away all the peripherals.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
Widow. The word consumes itself.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
Since my woman's world is perceived greatly through the emotions and the senses, I treat it that way in my writing - and am often overweighted with heavy descriptive passages and a kaleidoscope of similes.
