Shut up in public those bloody private wounds.
Sylvia PlathMy life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing.
Sylvia PlathLet me not be sentimental, let the distance in time give me humor and irony and a shrewd, if loving, eye.
Sylvia PlathVirginia Woolf helps. Her novels make mine possible.
Sylvia PlathI have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.
Sylvia PlathI feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted
Sylvia PlathI am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly.
Sylvia PlathTalking about my fears to others feeds it.
Sylvia PlathMots clés fear
She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony.
Sylvia PlathWhat I cannot forgive is dishonesty - and no matter what, or how hard, I would rather know the truth of which I today had such a clear
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