627 Quotes by Anne Sexton

A woman who writes feels too much, Those trances and portents!

We are America.We are the coffin fillers.We are the grocers of death.We pack them in crates like cauliflowers.The bomb opens like a shoebox.And the child?The child is certainly not yawning.And the woman?The woman is bathing her heart.It has been torn out of herand as a last actshe is rinsing it off in the river.This is the death market.America,where are your credentials?

I want to calm down, to rest, to outlive this nonsense.

Quite collected at cocktail parties,meanwhile in my headI'm undergoing open-heart surgery.

He turns the key.Presto!It opens this book of odd taleswhich transform the Brothers Grimm.Transform?As if an enlarged paper clipcould be a piece of sculpture.(And it could.)

Considera girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift of tongues.

We were fair game but we have kept out of the cesspool. We are strong. We are the good ones. Do not discover us for we lie together all in green like pond weeds. Hold me, my young dear, hold me.

Fee-fi-fo-fum, now I'm borrowed, now I'm numb.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.