Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Core of my literary soul, Sylvia Plath.

"What a man is is an arrow into the future and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from."
- Sylvia Plath.

“I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

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