"Sylvia Plath" was an American poet, novelist, and short-story writer. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, she studied at Smith College and Newnham College at the Cambridge University/University of Cambridge, before receiving acclaim as a poet and writer. She married fellow poet Ted Hughes in 1956; they lived together in the United States and then England, and had two children, Frieda Hughes/Frieda and Nicholas Hughes/Nicholas. Plath suffered from depression for much of her adult life, and in 1963 she committed suicide. Controversy continues to surround the events of her life and death, as well as her writing and legacy.

Plath is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for her two published collections, The Colossus and Other Poems and Ariel (book)/Ariel. In 1982, she won a posthumous Pulitzer Prize for The Collected Poems. She also wrote The Bell Jar, a autobiographical novel/semi-autobiographical novel published shortly before her death.

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I fixed my eyes on the larget cloud, as if, when it passed out of my sight, I might have the good luck to pass with it.

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...Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream mother-goose, Alice-and- Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?

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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

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There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

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What did my hands do before they held you?

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I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

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To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

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Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.

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I talk to God, but the sky is empty.

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