Quotes by Anne Sexton
I'm getting bored with it, I tell the typewriter,...
How did it die? I called it EVIL. I said to it, your poems stink like vomit.
the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.
Oh Mary, Gentle Mother,...
Rocks crumble, make new forms, oceans move the continents,...
you who put gum in my coffee cup and worms in my Jell-O, you who let me pretend...
Hurry, Godfather death, Mister tyranny,...
when the moment comes we'll talk turkey,...
In the mind there is a thin alley called death and I move through it as through water.
No matter whose bed you die in the bed will be yours for your voyage onto the surgical andiron of God.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die.
Death, I need my little addiction to you....
Cinderella and the prince lived, they say, happily ever after,...
Please God, we're all right here. Please leave us alone. Don't send death in his fat red suit and his ho-ho baritone.
The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock...
At her best she is all red muscle, humming in and out, cajole by time. Where I go, she goes.
What's missing is the eyeballs in each of us, but it doesn't matter because you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks.
Also, I am tired of all the dead. They refuse to listen,...
You make a toast for tomorrow and smash the cup, letting your false women lap the dish I had to fatten up.
the cement wall of the clumsy calendar I live in, my life, and its hauled up notebooks.
you see, we live in a cold climate and are not permitted to kiss on the street...
I am tearing the feathers out of the pillows, waiting, waiting for Daddy to come home...
The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.
O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
her young years bungle past their same marriage bed...
