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Sylvia Plath Quotes about Writing - Page 2

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Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working,

Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.

Running, Dream, Writing

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.118, Anchor

Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.

Inspirational, Writing, Important

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.10, Anchor

Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

Writing, Way, Chaos

Can a selfish egocentric jealous and unimaginative female write a damn thing worthwhile?

Jealousy, Selfish, Writing

Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes, Frances Monson McCullough (1991). “The journals of Sylvia Plath”

I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in.

Writing, World

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.157, Anchor

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing, which remark I guess shows I still don't have a pure motive (O it's-such-fun-I-just-can't-stop-who-cares-if-it's-published-or-read) about writing.

Fun, Writing, Who Cares

sylvia plath (1971). “the bell jar”

I've got to have something. I want to stop it all, the whole monumental grotesque joke, before it's too late. But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.

Writing, Too Late, Letters

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.19, Anchor

Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.

Summer, Writing, People

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.62, Hamilton Books

But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.

Writing, Letters, Writing Poems

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.19, Anchor

Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.

Writing, America, People

Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.54, Hamilton Books

My wanting to write books annihilates the original root impulse that would have me bravely and blunderingly working on them.

Book, Writing, Roots

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.523, Anchor

And I identify too closely with my reading, with my writing.

Reading, Writing

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.199, Anchor

The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down.

Book, Writing, Long

Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.33, Anchor

Do I like to write? Why? About what? Will I give up and say, "Living and feeding a man's insatiable guts and begetting children occupies my whole life. Don't have time to write"?

Children, Giving Up, Writing

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.33, Anchor

England offers new comforts. I could write a novel there.

Writing, Comfort, England

Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.325, Anchor

I'm happier writing about doctors than I would have been being one.

Writing, Doctors, Has Beens

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