"I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches."
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"You know what lies are for."
"I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh."
"It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt)"
"I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love."
"Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent."
"Like a cat I have nine times to die."
"The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom."
"My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death."
"I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near unto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water."
"But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good."
"How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print?"
"…beating time along the edge of thought."
"Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?"
"No, I won't try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter 'Did you have a nice vacation?' 'Oh, yes, and you?' I'll stay here and try to pin that loneliness down."
"I want to be silverly beautiful."
"I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together."
"And there's the fallacy of existence: the idea that one could be happy forever and age with a given situation or series of accomplishments."
"They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls."
"The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful."