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Death
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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 moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
-Sylvia Plath, Last Words
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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 do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.
-Sylvia Plath
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Education
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Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.
-Sylvia Plath
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Kindness
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How frail the human heart must be --a mirrored pool of thought...
-Sylvia Plath
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Life
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But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion
-Sylvia Plath
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Marriage
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I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar Chapter 7, 1963
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Mental Illness
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If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
-Sylvia Plath
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Mind, the
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Is there no way out of the mind?
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Perspective
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
-Sylvia Plath
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Poetry
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The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
-Sylvia Plath
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Widow, Widowhood
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Widow. The word consumes itself.
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Books by and about Sylvia Plath