I Didn't Know What I

If I Was Going To Fall, I Would Hang On To My Small Comforts, At Least, For As Long As I Possibly Could.

There Is More Than One Good Way To Drown.

But I Wasn't Sure. I Wasn't Sure At All. How Did I Know That Someday―at College, In Europe, Somewhere, Anywhere―the Bell Jar, With Its Stifling Distortions, Wouldn't Descend Again?

I Want To Be Important. By Being Different. And These Girls Are All The Same.

Hour By Hour, Day By Day, Life Becomes Possible.