Laura

“I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
― Sylvia Plath

“I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter's tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.”
― Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet