What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. Sylvia Plath More Quotes by Sylvia Plath More Quotes From Sylvia Plath I didn't know what I was doing in New York. Sylvia Plath bell-jar junior-year new-york Over coffee and orange juice the embryonic suicide brightens visibly. Sylvia Plath orange-juice coffee suicide It never occurred to me to say no. Sylvia Plath I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged. Sylvia Plath erotic luxury wine A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds. Sylvia Plath dreamer real bird The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down. Sylvia Plath writing long book I want to kill myself, to escape from responsiblity, to crawl abjectly back into the womb. Sylvia Plath womb want How many different deaths I can die? Sylvia Plath dies i-can different I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had been "analyzed." Instead, all I could see were question marks. Sylvia Plath knowledgeable departure mark God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis. Sylvia Plath catharsis letting-go fall I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth. Sylvia Plath mask ashes mouths I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come. Sylvia Plath bell-jar wanted You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl? Sylvia Plath confused girl people I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up. Sylvia Plath married crazy mind I want, I think, to be omniscient. I think I would like to call myself "the girl who wanted to be God." Yet if I were not in this body where would I be-perhaps I am destined to be classified and qualified. But, oh, I cry out against it. Sylvia Plath girl body thinking In spite of everything, I still have my good old sense of humor. Sylvia Plath sense-of-humor spite stills Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak. Sylvia Plath necks hate speak I get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it. Sylvia Plath ruts mind Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted. Sylvia Plath lotuses flames tombstone Like a cat I have nine times to die. Sylvia Plath dies cat nine
