Why honey, don't you want to ...

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Why honey, don't you want to get dressed?" My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only reason with me sweetly, like one intelligent, mature person with another. It's almost three in the afternoon." I'm writing a novel," I said. "I haven't got time to change into this and change into that.
 Sylvia Plath

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I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife.
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 Sylvia Plath
I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.
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 Sylvia Plath
Mother of otherness, Eat me.
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 Sylvia Plath
I didn't know shorthand either. This meant I couldn't get a good job after college. My mother kept telling me nobody wanted a plain English major. But an English major who knew shorthand would be something else again. Everybody would want her. She would be in demand among all the up-and-coming young men and she would transcribe letter after thrilling letter. The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. I wanted to dictate my own thrilling letters.
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 Sylvia Plath
That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.
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 Sylvia Plath