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Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.

- Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!

- Avijeet Das

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ

- Sylvia Plath

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

if a man chooses to be promiscuous, he may still turn up his nose at promiscuity. He may still demand a woman be faithful to him, to save him from his own lust. But women have lust, too. Why should they be relegated to the position of custodian of emotions, watcher of the infants, feeder of soul,body and pride of man?

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Between Sylvia and me there existed as between my own mother and me - a sort of psychic osmosis which, at times, was very wonderful and comforting; at other times an unwelcome invasion of privacy (words from Aurelia Plath from the Introduction)

- Sylvia Plath, Letters Home

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.

- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged and selected. I am a victim of it then, not a master.

- Sylvia Plath

You focus on telling stories,
we do everything else.