Sylvia Plath

I am a walking, talking, breathing exclamation point.

I am a walking, talking, breathing ellipsis.

I am a walking, talking, breathing semicolon.

I am a walking, talking, breathing paragraph.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates.

I am a victim of introspection.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

I hate the world and almost everything in it.

I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.

Perhaps when we are old and ill, in a world of our own, we may feel as if we are of no account to anyone. But we are not old, not ill, and we have the world to live in.

I felt that I had been an idiot all my life, and that I was about to become an even bigger idiot.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would pick.

The worst thing in the world is to be a woman. It is an awful thing to be a woman, especially if you are beautiful.

I am a victim of the American way of life, and I am a victim of the American dream.

I felt my life start to unravel, like a sweater I'd been knitting all my life, now coming undone stitch by stitch.

Is there no way out of the mind?