The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Elaine sat on the breezeway in an old yellow nightgown of her mother's waiting for something to happen.' [...] I sat like that for about an hour, trying to think what would come next, and in my mind, the barefoot… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image