Anne Sexton

Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#love

Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#death

I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#humor

God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#brown #full #god #soft #voice

The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#beautiful #better #even #feeling #lot

In a dream you are never eighty. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#eighty #never #you

Need is not quite belief. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#need #quite

Death's in the good-bye. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#good-bye

I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#i #i am #immortal

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#father #i #i remember #matter #matters