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    I must discipline myself. I must be imaginative and create plots, knit motives, probe dialogue - rather than merely trying to record descriptions and sensations. The latter is pointless, without purpose, unless it is later to be synthesized into a story. The latter is also a rather pronounced symptom of an oversensitive and unproductive ego.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: ego  discipline  stories 
     
    I am a victim of introspection.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: victim 
     
    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
    tags: ocean  childhood 
     
    Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: action 
     
    I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth; The meek get ignored and trampled.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: believe 
     
    Perfection is terrible; it cannot have children.
    — Sylvia Plath
    For a time, I believed not in God nor Santa Claus, but in mermaids. They seemed as logical and possible to me as the brittle twig of a seahorse in the zoo aquarium or the skates lugged up on the lines of cursing Sunday fishermen - skates the shape of old pillowslips with the full, coy lips of women.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: time  women  god 
     
    In London the day after Christmas (Boxing Day), it began to snow: my first snow in England. For five years, I had been tactfully asking, 'Do you ever have snow at all?' as I steeled myself to the six months of wet, tepid gray that make up an English winter. 'Ooo, I do remember snow,' was the usual reply, 'when I were a lad.'
    — Sylvia Plath
    Excellent teachers showered on to us like meteors: Biology teachers holding up human brains, English teachers inspiring us with a personal ideological fierceness about Tolstoy and Plato, Art teachers leading us through the slums of Boston, then back to the easel to hurl public school gouache with social awareness and fury.
    — Sylvia Plath
    Everybody had to go to some college or other. A business college, a junior college, a state college, a secretarial college, an Ivy League college, a pig farmer's college. The book first, then the work.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: work  college  book  business 
     
    That is how it stiffens, my vision of that seaside childhood. My father died; we moved inland. Whereon those nine first years of my life sealed themselves off like a ship in a bottle - beautiful, inaccessible, obsolete: a fine, white, flying myth.
    — Sylvia Plath
    When I was learning to creep, my mother set me down on the beach to see what I thought of it. I crawled straight for the coming wave and was just through the wall of green when she caught my heels.
    — Sylvia Plath
    I want Books and Babies and Beef stews.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: book 
     
    If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowing inward, I shall never be the magnanimous creative person I wish to be. Yet I am hypnotized by the workings of the individual, alone, and am continually using myself as a specimen.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: people  power  alone  wishes  creative 
     
    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
    tags: men  women  future 
     
    Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: poetry 
     
    I have a visual imagination.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: imagination 
     
    I've begun to think like a Jew, to feel like a Jew.
    — Sylvia Plath
    I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have.
    — Sylvia Plath
    There is an increasing market for mental hospital stuff. I am a fool if I don't relive it, recreate it.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: mental  fools 
     
    There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
    — Sylvia Plath
    Mother believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and so I was never really tired when I went to bed. This was the best time of day, when I could lie in the vague twilight, drifting off to sleep, making up dreams inside my head the way they should go.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: time  lies  sleep  dreams  mother  vague 
     
    The next five months are grim ones. I always feel sorry to have the summertime change, with the dark evenings closing in mid-afternoon, and will try to lay in some physical comforts these months - the best insurance against gloominess for me.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: dark  comfort  sorry 
     
    I looked on my stomach and saw Frieda Rebecca, white as flour with the cream that covers new babies, funny little dark squiggles of hair plastered over her head, with big, dark-blue eyes.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: funny  dark  eyes 
     
    We fitted, amusingly enough, into none of the form categories of 'The Young American Couple'... security to us is in ourselves, and no job, not even money, can give us what we have to develop: faith in our work and hard, hard work, which is Spartan in many ways.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: work  young  job  faith  money  american 
     
    There is something suspect, especially in America, about people who don't have ten-year plans for a career or at least a regular job.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: people  job  career  america 
     
    It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: criticism  work  age  facts 
     
    I see in Cambridge, particularly among the women dons, a series of such grotesques! It is almost like a caricature series from Dickens to see our head table at Newnham.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: women 
     
    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
    tags: victory  poetry 
     
    My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: moon  mind  mother  daughter 
     
    Didn't you know I'm going to be the greatest, most entertaining author and artist in the world? Well, don't feel badly, I didn't either!
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: author  artist 
     
    If I tried to describe my personality, I'd start to gush about living by the ocean half my life and being brought up on 'Alice in Wonderland' and believing in magic for years and years.
    — 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
    tags: ghost  poetry 
     
    Arrogant, I think I have written lines which qualify me to be The Poetess of America (as Ted will be The Poet of England and her dominions).
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: america  poet  england 
     
    Believe in some beneficent force beyond your own limited self. God, god, god: where are you? I want you, need you: the belief in you and love and mankind.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: belief  self  believe  mankind  god 
     
    I think the sea swallowed dozens of tea sets - tossed in abandon off liners or consigned to the tide by jilted brides. I collected a shiver of china bits, with borders of larkspur and birds or braids of daisies. No two patterns ever matched.
    — Sylvia Plath
    The sea was our main entertainment. When company came, we set them before it on rugs, with thermoses and sandwiches and colored umbrellas, as if the water - blue, green, gray, navy or silver as it might be - were enough to watch.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: water  company 
     
    Mountains terrify me - they just sit about; they are so proud.
    — Sylvia Plath
    My childhood landscape was not land but the end of the land - the cold, salt, running hills of the Atlantic. I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own.
    — Sylvia Plath
    A baby! I hated babies. I, who for two and a half years had been the center of a tender universe, felt the axis wrench and a polar chill immobilize my bones. I would be a bystander, a museum mammoth.
    — Sylvia Plath
    tags: universe  year 
     
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