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"Pretty good so far. A bit sad, makes you feel a little lonely. I feel bad for Cindy and her brothers. Excited to learn more about Jude." Oct 13, 2023 08:41PM

 
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Sylvia Plath
“But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“At this rate, I'd be lucky if I wrote a page a day.

Then I knew what the problem was.

I needed experience.

How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or even seen anybody die? A girl I knew had just won a prize for a short story about her adventures among the pygmies in Africa. How could I compete with that sort of thing?”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“Do you know what a poem is, Esther?'
No, what?' I would say.
A piece of dust.'
Then, just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, 'So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.'
And of course Buddy wouldn't have any answer to that, because what I said was true. People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick or couldn't sleep.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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