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Lifestyle of a Dream Walker

This volume is dedicated in all sincerity to every lover of the true and beautiful

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I like to wait while his mouth kisses my neck, moving down to where my neckline goes deep, and my breasts hurt swollen a little, waiting for his hands to begin, and my hair is falling loose over my bare shoulders, and my mouth is soft and wet and wanting under his.

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

Sylvia PlathThe Bell Jar

It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another and there were no nights to seperate them because she never slept anymore.

—Sylvia Plath, Tongues of Stone

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

—Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

—Sylvia Plath

Separated from my house by a row of headstones. I simply cannot see where there is to get to.

—Sylvia Plath

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

—Sylvia Plath

See, the darkness is leaking for the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women”

I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

—Sylvia Plath

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