I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover. — 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
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
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
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 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
Why honey, don't you want to get dressed?" My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only… — 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
“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 Image
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
