Caitlin P

“There is no living being on earth at this moment except myself. I could walk down the halls, and empty rooms would yawn mockingly at me from every side. God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of 'parties' with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter — they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship — but the loneliness of the soul in it's appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“She was a tiny girl—a trinket brunette, very pretty, very pale, and hard as nails.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, While Mortals Sleep