Status Updates From The Journals of Sylvia Plat...

"Me he hipnotizado a mí misma para olvidar las exigencias del mundo. Las IDEAS matan los tiernos retoños de la obra misma. He vivido el amor, el dolor, la locura, y si no soy capaz de dar sentido a estas experiencias, ninguna experiencia nueva me servirá."

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

Pink, crimson, scarlet, white... the faint pungent odor of the petunias was hushed and sweet. And all my hurts were smoothed away. Something about the frank, guileless blue eyes, the beautiful young bodies, the brief scent of the dying flowers smote me like the clean quick cut of a knife. And the blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

Two crickets, deep in the cracks in the granite steps, sang a sweet, haunting-thin trill. And because it was my home, I loved them.

7.
- I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection… I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time...

"La poesía es la más solitaria e intensa de las artes creativas."

"O sea que escribir era un sucedáneo de mi misma: aunque no me quieras, adora lo que escribo, quiéreme por lo que escribo."