627 Quotes by Anne Sexton

Thumbs grow into my throat. I wear slaps like a spot of rouge.

One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.

There is hope. There is hope everywhere. Today God give milk and I have the pail.

Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself, Counting this row and that row of moccasins Waiting on the silent shelf.

When they turn the sun on again I'll plant children under it, I'll light up my soul with a match and let it sing....

When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.

I'll vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up....

unless I can shake myself free of my dog, my flag, of my desk, my mind, I find life a bit of a drag. Not always, mind you. Usually I'm like my frying pan useful, graceful, sturdy and with no caper, no plan.

Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.