Sylvia Plath Quotes:
Ocupation: Poet
Life: October 27, 1932 - February 11, 1963
Birthday: October 27
Death: February 11
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.
topic: Truth, White, Blue, Relatable, Defenseless, Bell Jar
