“To the person in The Bell Jar, black and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Someone once said that under the bell jar of compliance, the only thing that blooms is rage. — Jane Fonda Copy Share Image
“We were talking about The Bell Jar, because we were sixteen, and we wanted to be depressed in New York.” — Deborah Willis Copy Share Image
I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Religion is a bell jar; you cannot find God in that jar, because it is your bell jar, you have created it!… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
I read a lot when I was young. All the obvious, all the greats, from 'Le Grand Meaulnes,' 'To Kill a Mockingbird,'… — Viv Albertine Copy Share Image
I read The Bell Jar, and then I read her memoir and her diaries, and a third book, an outside opinion. Just… — Paul Westerberg Copy Share Image
Is to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add color—it’s a pot boiler really, but I think it will… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I dare you to read a book this weekend! War and Peace? To Kill a Mocking Bird? Catcher in the Rye? The… — Madonna Ciccone Copy Share Image
I once met an economist who believed that everything was fungible for money, so I suggested he enclose himself in a large… — Amory Lovins Copy Share Image
“...it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I collected men with interesting names. I already knew a Socrates. He was tall and ugly and intellectual and the son of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream. A… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Cliff says Sylvia Plath's work is very depressing to read, and that his own daughter had recently suffered through The Bell Jar… — Matthew Quick Copy Share Image
“We'll act as if all this were a bad dream." A bad dream. To the person in the bell jar, blank and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“If the club creates a natural bond among its members, something of that sympathy extends to their families as well. The first… — Nancy Gibbs; Michael Duffy Copy Share Image
“Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not-writing, as the spirit moved me.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I kind of don't believe in actors directing themselves. Obviously some people have done it well, but I don't see how I… — Julia Stiles Copy Share Image
The moment in The Bell Jar when Esther Greenwood realizes after thirty days in the same black turtleneck that she never wants… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
