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What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.

Sylvia Plath in Man, Woman, Place

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What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.

Sylvia Plath

Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it.

Sylvia Plath

I have felt great advances in my poetry, the main one being a growing victory over word nuances and a superfluity of adjectives.

Sylvia Plath

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

Sylvia Plath

I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry.

Sylvia Plath

Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm.

Sylvia Plath

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

Sylvia Plath

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

Sylvia Plath

Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood - the wauling of gulls and the smell of salt, somebody solicitous will bundle me into a car and drive me to the nearest briny horizon.

Sylvia Plath

But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.

Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath

I hope to submit to the little pamphlet magazines here 'freelance' and perhaps shall join the Labour Club, as I really want to become informed on politics, and it seems to have an excellent program. I am definitely not a Conservative, and the Liberals are

Sylvia Plath

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

I have a visual imagination.

Sylvia Plath

My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated it and hated him for dying and leaving no money because he didn't trust life insurance salesmen.

Sylvia Plath