Quotes from Sylvia Plath, Ariel

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

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 have a call.