Katharine

“The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain. ”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I hated men because they didn’t stay around and love me like a father: I could prick holes in them & show they were no father-material. I made them propose and then showed them they hadn’t a chance. I hated men because they didn’t have to suffer like a woman did. They could die or go to Spain. They could have fun while a woman had birth pangs. They could gamble while a woman skimped on the butter on the bread. Men, nasty lousy men.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.”
― Sylvia Plath