"Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand."
"Sometimes I nursed starfish alive in jam jars of seawater and watched them grow back lost arms. On this day, this awful birthday of otherness, my rival, somebody else, I flung the starfish against a stone. Let it perish."
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Source: Sylvia Plath (2013). “Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams: and other prose writings”, p.95, Faber & Faber
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