- "The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way."
- "I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double life, one pure and one not."
- "Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people. I strolled into the kitchen, dropped a raw egg into a teacup of raw hamburger, mixed it up, and ate it."
- "It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it. I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it."
- "Then he would lean back in his chair and match the tips of his fingers together in a little steeple and tell me why I couldn't sleep and why I couldn't read and why I couldn't eat and why everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end. And then, I thought, he would help me, step by step, to be myself again."
- "But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrists looked so white and defenseless 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 at."
- "To the person in the bell jar, black and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream."
- "Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind of snow, should numb and cover them. But they were part of me. They were my landscape."
- "A time of darkness, despair, disillusion--so black only as the inferno of the human mind can be--symbolic death, and numb shock--then the painful agony of slow rebirth and psychic regeneration."
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