Sylvia Plath quote: "...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real."

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic...
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I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth; The meek get ignored and trampled.
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There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize sudd...
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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad.
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What I want back is what I was.
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I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every sto...
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Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action.
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How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.
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It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing nega...
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If you expect nothing from anybody, you're never disappointed.
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The sea was our main entertainment. When company came, we set them before it on rugs, with thermoses...
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I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round a...
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dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I ...
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Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood - the wauling of gulls and the smell of...
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I see in Cambridge, particularly among the women dons, a series of such grotesques! It is almost lik...
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But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion
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I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an ...
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What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve...
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I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the m...
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For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.
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I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
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Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling,...
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I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middl...
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I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and ...
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I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I...
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I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they die...
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How we need another soul to cling to.
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I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
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I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no m...
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Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physi...
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God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" ...
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And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I h...
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Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out o...
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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting...
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I woke to the sound of rain.
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Is there no way out of the mind?
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The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
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How frail the human heart must be --a mirrored pool of thought...
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
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Widow. The word consumes itself.
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If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as ...
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The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm
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Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
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If I tried to describe my personality, I'd start to gush about living by the ocean half my life ...
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Every woman adores a Fascist.
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I pass by people, grazing them on the edges, and it bothers me. I've got to admire someone to re...
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I felt proud that the baby's first real adventure should be as a protest against the insanity of...
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I have felt great advances in my poetry, the main one being a growing victory over word nuances and ...
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I am a victim of introspection.
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For a time, I believed not in God nor Santa Claus, but in mermaids. They seemed as logical and possi...
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I remember that as I was writing a poem on 'Snow' when I was eight, I said aloud, 'I wis...
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Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far so fast in such a small spac...
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I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed ove...
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Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
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When you are insane, you are busy being insane - all the time.
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I hope to submit to the little pamphlet magazines here 'freelance' and perhaps shall join th...
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I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience poss...
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Excellent teachers showered on to us like meteors: Biology teachers holding up human brains, English...
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And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the...
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The blood jet is poetry
There is no stopping it.
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We fitted, amusingly enough, into none of the form categories of 'The Young American Couple'...
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Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass s...
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Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
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The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
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A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self...
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I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the poi...
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Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself... the old primit...
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Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I ha...
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I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have...
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Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and ei...
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Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to b...
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How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your ...
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I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself...
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Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty toge...
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I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every sto...
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I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
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I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I a...
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I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
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I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know ...
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Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my...
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I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at ...
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let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences
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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can ...
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In London the day after Christmas (Boxing Day), it began to snow: my first snow in England. For five...
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My childhood landscape was not land but the end of the land - the cold, salt, running hills of the A...
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My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the a...
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Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem...
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What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off fro...
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Mother believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and so I was never really tired when...
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There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
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There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
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But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.
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I saw the first of the 7-mile-long column appear - red and orange and green banners, 'Ban the Bo...
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Believe in some beneficent force beyond your own limited self. God, god, god: where are you? I want ...
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I want Books and Babies and Beef stews.
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If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.
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A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.
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Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for ...
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I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.
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If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every br...
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There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surf...
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If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowin...
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When I was learning to creep, my mother set me down on the beach to see what I thought of it. I craw...
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I think the sea swallowed dozens of tea sets - tossed in abandon off liners or consigned to the tide...
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Mad Girl's Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and...
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Since my woman's world is perceived greatly through the emotions and the senses, I treat it that...
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I must discipline myself. I must be imaginative and create plots, knit motives, probe dialogue - rat...
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I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am t...
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If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as...
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I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the t...
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I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight d...
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because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be...
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I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry,...
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There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
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I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows fr...
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What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
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I looked on my stomach and saw Frieda Rebecca, white as flour with the cream that covers new babies,...
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I ...
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That is how it stiffens, my vision of that seaside childhood. My father died; we moved inland. Where...
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We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
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There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, ...
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.
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I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a gr...
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Everybody had to go to some college or other. A business college, a junior college, a state college,...
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There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm ...
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When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.
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How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To re...
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So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding qui...
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I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery tur...
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A baby! I hated babies. I, who for two and a half years had been the center of a tender universe, fe...
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One should be able to control and manipulate experiences with an informed and intelligent mind.
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Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become a...
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That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.
"Save them for my funeral," I'd said.
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My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated...
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After all, I wasn't crippled in any way, I just studied too hard, I didn't know when to stop.
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I am too pure for you or anyone.

From the poem "Fever 103°", 20 October 1962
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If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something be...
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I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
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I think that personal experience is very important, but certainly it shouldn't be a kind of shut...
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The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.
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How frail the human heart must be―a mirrored pool of thought.
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I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy wear...
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Ennui

Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing...
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful.
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If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.
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I don't know how long I kept at it...
I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and la...
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The next five months are grim ones. I always feel sorry to have the summertime change, with the dark...
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Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it.
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There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
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What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
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Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling...
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I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will
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My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing ...
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...I still expected to see Doreen's body lying there in the pool of vomit like an ugly, concrete tes...
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I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly con...
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Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
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Tree and Stone glittered, without shadows.My finger-length grew lucent as glass.I started to bud lik...
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If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the bri...
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The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comf...
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I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into ...
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So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.
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I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life...
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How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?
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There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
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I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make...
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I think I may well be a Jew.
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With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is li...
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Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s he...
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There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minu...
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I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de...
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The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther...
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I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too clo...
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I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
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But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn...
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I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
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I was supposed to be having the time of my life.
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That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite secu...
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To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
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When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.
"Oh, sure you know," the photogr...
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The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
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The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is ...
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So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being ...
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My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off ...
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I Am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the ...
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The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.
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What did my arms do before they held you?
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I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have.
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Is anyone anywhere happy?
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I guess I should have reacted the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to rea...
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I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but...
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What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
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You will never win anyone through pity. You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult ki...
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It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing nega...
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Hastanenin arazisi yeni yağmış karla örtülüydü -bu bir Noel serpintisi değil, ocak ayının ...
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...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

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...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

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