Hey, Sarah! Welcome. I was just wondering how you got turned on to Sylvia Plath. I noticed you have one of her quotes on your door in Taylor's video, and another on your myspace blog.
This is one of my favorite passages . . .
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness -
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
Her words sometimes make me want to cry.
Rosencrantz: Another curious scientific phenomenon is the fact that the fingernails grow after death, as does the beard.
Guildenstern: What?
Rosencrantz: Beard. . . The toenails, on the other hand, never grow at all.