"There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds."


– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

"The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it."


– Sylvia Plath, from "Kindness"

"I have done, this year, what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may.” 


– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962

"Winter dawn is the color of metal,

The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves."

– Sylvia Plath, from "Waking in Winter"