Anne Sexton Quotations | Page 3

think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well: larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings!

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

As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool.

The fish are naked. The fish are always awake. They are the color of old spoons and caramels.

There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab.

Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.

I've grown tired of love You are the trouble with me I watch you walk right by

Evil is maybe lying to God. Or better, lying to love.

Someone is dead. Even the trees know it, those poor old dancers who come on lewdly, all pea-green scarfs and spine pole.

Suddenly I'm not half the girl I used to be. There's a shadow hanging over me . . . From me to you out of my electric devil....