The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I find that in a novel I can get more of life, perhaps not such intense life, but certainly more of life… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Didn't you know I'm going to be the greatest, most entertaining author and artist in the world? Well, don't feel badly, I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I read through the phone book once, never mind when, and it satisfied a deep need in me to realize how many… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
My wanting to write books annihilates the original root impulse that would have me bravely and blunderingly working on them. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
If only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Now I know how people can live without books, without college. (...)and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What I didn't say was that each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Everybody had to go to some college or other. A business college, a junior college, a state college, a secretarial college, an… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Amazing how money would simplify problems like ours. We wouldn't go wild at all, but write & travel & study all of… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“But not so odd a name, after all, if you’ve ever read through the phone directory, with its Hyman Diddlebockers and Sasparilla… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“…What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I’m afraid. I can… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I am in danger of wanting my personal absolute to be a demigod of a man, and as there aren't many around,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What do you have in mind after you graduate?" What I always thought I had in mind was getting some big scholarship… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I always was interested in prose. As a teenager, I published short stories. And I always wanted to write the long short… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I cannot life for life itself: but for the words which stay the flux. My life, I feel, will not be lived… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Where was life? It dissipated, vanished into thin air, and my life stood weighed and found wanting because it had no ready-made… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The words in his book wormed off the pages. Everything glittered like blank paper.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“That's tough, Joan," I said, picking up my book. "Because I don't like you. You make me puke, if you want to… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
... These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. ... --Lady Lazarus — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“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… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“The city had faded my tan, though. I looked yellow as a Chinaman. Ordinarily, I would have been nervous about my dress and my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“Flute Notes from a Reedy Pond" Now coldness comes sifting down, layer after layer, To our bower at the lily root. Overhead the old… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
“The most saddening thing is to admit that I am not in love. I can only love (if that means self denial - or… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
