When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.

I knew I should be grateful to Mrs Guinea, only I couldn’t feel a thing. If Mrs Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn’t have made one scrap...

I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

I couldn’t stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not.

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...

Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What I mean to say is, without her words, I’d be exponentially more messed...

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive...

Not easy to state the change you made.If I’m alive now, I was dead,Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.