Quotes by Anne Sexton
Father, you died once, salted down at fifty-nine, packed down like a big snow angel, wasn't that enough?
It is snowing and death bugs me as stubborn as insomnia....
Death's a sad bone; bruised, you'd say, and yet she waits for me, year after year,
kill was tangled into her beginning.
Darling, life is not in my hands; life with its terrible changes...
Kicking the heart with pain's big boots running up and down the intestines like a motorcycle racer.
He had kind eyes and hands and was a friend of sorrow. Thus they were married. After all he had compromised her.
I am out of practice at living. You are as brave as a motorcycle.
But you you go ahead, go on, go on back down...
It is a dead heart. It is inside of me. It is a stranger yet once it was agreeable, opening and closing like a clam.
For she has outlived the dates in the back of Fords, she has outlived the penises of her teens to come here, to the married harbor.
For God was as large as a sunlamp and laughed his heat at us and therefore we did not cringe at the death hole.
for it is dark, as dark as the leathery dead...
Going down for the last time, the last breath lying, I grapple with eels like ropes—it's ether, it's queer...
He wants to fly into the hand of Michelangelo and come out painted on a ceiling....
I am the only actor. It is difficult for one woman to act out a whole play. The play is my life, my solo act.
They are as neat as a wallet, opening and closing on their coins,...
Max, surely you'll meet me at the Ritz at five. Hurry up somebody's dead we're still alive.
Poor thing. To die and never see Brooklyn.
I would sell my life to avoid the pain that begins in the crib...
It is panting; it is an odor with a face like the skin of a donkey. It laps my sores....
The witch turned as red as the Jap flag....
grown fully, as they say, they gave her a ring,...
Now I am just an elderly lady who is full of spleen, who humps around greater Boston in a God-awful hat,...
With His penis like a chisel He carved the Pietà....
