627 Quotes by Anne Sexton

The Saints come, as human as a mouth, with a bag of God in their backs, like a hunchback, they come, they come marching in.

We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!

Blind with love, my daughter has cried nightly for horses, those long-necked marchers and churners that she has mastered, any and all, reigning them in like a circus hand....

I was only sitting here in my white study with the awful black words pushing me around.

I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold bathroom tiles, I was spread out daily and examined for flaws. I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter.

I tell it stories now and then and feed it images like honey. I will not speculate today with poems that think they're money.

women are born twice.

I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each day, typing out the God my typewriter believes in.

When someone kisses someone or flushes the toilet it is my other who sits in a ball and cries. My other beats a tin drum in my heart. My other hangs up laundry as I try to sleep. My other cries and cries and cries when I put on a cocktail dress.