One should be able to control and manipulate experiences with an informed and intelligent mind. Sylvia Plath controlexperienceinform Change image and share on social
I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. Sylvia Plath bitecollectioncollector Change image and share on social
But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion. Sylvia Plath balanceflareinterest Change image and share on social
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 artawarenessbiology share on social
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 adjectiveadvancefelt Change image and share on social
Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action. Sylvia Plath actionanestheticconstructive Change image and share on social
It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism. Sylvia Plath agebewailclever Change image and share on social
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 amountbedbelieve share on social
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. Sylvia Plath artcalldie Change image and share on social
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 atlanticchildhoodclear Change image and share on social