Slowly I swam up from the bottom of a black sleep.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar.
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of sceneryair, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
“What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security, and, What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.”
“But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jump...”
“I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into spac...”
“There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.”
“So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.”
“...the souls of none of them were dead, but only sleeping; now and then they would waken, and these were cruel times.”
“Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom?”
“If you can't turn off your thoughts, who cares how soft your pillow is?"- David King”