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Anne, I don't want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even explain. I know how silly it sounds . . . but if you knew how it Felt. To be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it. Ay that's the rub. I am like a stone that lives . . . locked outside of all that's real. . . . Anne, do you know of such things, can you hear???? I wish, or think I wish, that I were dying of something for then I could be brave, but to be not dying, and yet . . . and yet to [be] behind a wall, watching everyone fit in where I can't, to talk behind a gray foggy wall, to live but to not reach or to reach wrong . . . to do it all wrong . . . believe me, (can you?) . . . what's wrong. I want to belong. I'm like a jew who ends up in the wrong country. I'm not a part. I'm not a member. I'm frozen.

- Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

That’s what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry — poetry is still first. Cigarettes and alcohol follow

- Anne Sexton

We were fair game but we have kept out of the cesspool. We are strong. We are the good ones. Do not discover us for we lie together all in green like pond weeds. Hold me, my young dear, hold me.

- Anne Sexton

I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.

- Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

I like you; your eyes are full of language."[Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]

- Anne Sexton

It is snowing and death bugs meas stubborn as insomnia.

- Anne Sexton

Some women marry houses.

- Anne Sexton

Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.

- Anne Sexton

I’d won the worldbut like aforsaken explorer,I’d lostmy map.

- Anne Sexton

Clover['s] eyes are full of language.

- Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

You focus on telling stories,
we do everything else.