“Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
“All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen. A far sea moves in my ear. --from… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What… — Arlaina Tibensky Copy Share Image
“And besides, I'm not a writer. I don't go to coffeehouses and smoke, wear black, and analyze Sylvia Plath to the point… — Megan McCafferty 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
“It is perhaps fortunate that Sylvia was oblivious to the commotion behind the scenes. Apparently, Henry O. Teltscher had written a letter… — Elizabeth Winder Copy Share Image
“PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW OF SYLVIA PLATH Conventions bleed my soul squeeze me old wear me grey like a headstone in… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“For the next nine months, Sylvia would report on campus trends, politics, tastes, style. It was an honor, but it was grueling.… — Elizabeth Winder Copy Share Image
“My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only the naked fear, the urge of self-preservation.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Wars, wars, wars': reading up on the region I came across one moment when quintessential Englishness had in fact intersected with this… — Christopher Hitchens Copy Share Image
“Over your body the clouds go High, high and icily And a little flat, as if they Floated on a glass that… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Now, lying on my back in bed, I imagined Buddy saying, ‘Do you know what a poem is, Esther?’ ‘No, what?’ I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“...love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus heart.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“So what do you think?’ He asked, holding up the book. ‘I think Salinger is a closet paedophile,’ I replied placidly and… — J.D. Gallagher Copy Share Image
“We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!” — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
“We are not what we might be; what we are / Outlaws all extrapolation / Beyond the interval of now and here:… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted" - Sylvia Plath's epitaph (from Wu Cheng'en's novel Journey to the West… — Wu Cheng'en Copy Share Image
Back pushed against the wall. Hearts shattered like broken glass. The rain's dropping harder than ever like the mood(s) of Sylvia Plath. — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
“We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
“How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
