Quotes by Anne Sexton

“Even so, I must admire your skill.You are so gracefully insane.”

“Love your self's self where it lives.There is no special God to refer to; or if there is,why did I let you growin another place. You did not know my voicewhen I came back to call. All the superlati...”

“I rot on the wall, my ownDorian Gray.”

“I imitatea memory of beliefthat I do not own.”

“I have ridden in your cart, driver,waved my nude arms at villages going by,learning the last bright routes, survivorwhere your flames still bite my thighand my ribs crack where your wheels wind.A w...”

“All who love have lied.”

“Fact: death too is in the egg. Fact: the body is dumb, the body is meat.And tomorrow the O.R. Only the summer was sweet.”

“Need is not quite belief.”

“Dearest,although everything has happened,nothing has happened.”

“A woman who writes feels too much,those trances and portents!As if cycles and children and islandsweren't enough; as if mourners and gossipsand vegetables were never enough.She thinks she can warm ...”

“It would be pleasant to be drunk:faithless to my tongue and hands,giving up the boundariesfor the heroic gin.Dead drunk is the term I think of,insensible,neither cool nor warm,without a head or foo...”

“And what of the dead? They lie without shoesin their stone boats. They are more like stonethan the sea would be if it stopped. They refuseto be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.”

“In a dream you are never eighty.”

“I was spread out dailyand examined for flaws.”

“I grow old on my bitterness.”

“Love! That red disease —”

“Why have your eyes gone into their own room?”

“My mouth blooms like a cut.I've been wronged all year, tediousnights, nothing but rough elbows in themand delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybabycrybaby, you fool!”

“I am alive when your fingers are.”

“As for me, I am a watercolor.I wash off.”