“I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.”
― Sylvia Plath
"…she tortures me, tortures me with her love… In the past it was only that infernal body of hers that tortured me, but now I've taken all her soul into my soul and through her I've become a man."
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