Teddy

“Why does that green guck still spawn itself endlessly out of my head, dripping and clinging in my throat, my lungs, blocking in glutinous hunks behind my eyes: I feel sometimes I am blowing out the putrescent remains of my own decayed brains.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Mother wrote today with a good letter of maxims; skeptical as always at first, I read what struck home: “If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter – – – for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.… Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.” Those words spoke to my heart with peace, as if in comment, kindly, on my life, my days.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Pray to yourself for the guts to make the summer work. One sale: that would help. Work for that.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride … and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well … maybe chalk it off to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten. It’s all in Kesey’s Bible.… The Far Side of Reality.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas