627 Quotes by Anne Sexton

Fee-fi-fo-fum – Now I’m borrowed. Now I’m numb.

The day of fire is coming, the thrush will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket...

He said loudly ‘I am not dying’ and I said ’for me you are.

Home is my Bethlehem, my succoring shelter, my mental hospital, my wife, my dam, my husband, my sir, my womb, my skull.

Poets are sitting in my kitchen. Why do these poets lie? Why do children get children and Did you hear what it said?

True. There is a beautiful Jesus. He is frozen to his bones like a chunk of beef. How desperately he wanted to pull his arms in! How desperately I touch his vertical and horizontal axes! But I can’t. Need is not quite belief.

All the oxygen of the world was in them. All the feet of the babies of the world were in them. All the crotches of the angels of the world were in them. All the morning kisses of Philadelphia were in them.

You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you can only visit.

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