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Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female

Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sylvia Plath
Girl, Sleep, Men

I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.

Sylvia Plath
Life, Sleep, Tired
Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.83, Anchor

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

Sylvia Plath
Sleep, Dark, Dark Things
Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.35, Faber & Faber

I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.

Sylvia Plath
Beautiful, Sleep, Tree
Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.30, Hamilton Books

I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sylvia Plath
Sleep, Night, Want
Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.30, Anchor

I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn't need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality- She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I was only much whiter and unbreakable and with no complaints. I couldn't sleep for a week she was so cold.

Sylvia Plath
Real, Sleep, Two Of Me
Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.141, Faber & Faber

When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tup and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank into sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies.

Sylvia Plath
Lying, Flower, Sleep
Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.110, Faber & Faber

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches? - Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.

Sylvia Plath
Heart, Sleep, Dark
Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.35, Faber & Faber

I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.

Sylvia Plath
Sleep, Years, Next Day
Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.95, Faber & Faber

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Sylvia Plath
Fear, Sleep, Dark
Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel: The Restored Edition”, p.35, Faber & Faber

I thought if only I had a keen, shapely bone structure to my face or could discuss politics shrewdly or was a famous writer Constantin might find me interesting enough to sleep with. And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him.

Sylvia Plath
Sleep, Boys, Interesting
Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.44, Hamilton Books

I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.

Sylvia Plath
Sleep, Pills, Lasts
Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, Faber & Faber

It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.

Sylvia Plath
Believe, Sleep, Ideas
"The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath".

Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.

Sylvia Plath
Sleep, Baths, Slumps
Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.12, Hamilton Books

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