Sylvia Plath Quotes

We spent a lot of time on the beach when I was young so I'd also take pictures of seaweed and crabs.

When I was a child growing up in Maine, one of my favorite things to do was to look for sand dollars on the seashores of Maine, because my parents told me it would bring me luck. But you know, these shells, they're hard to find. They're covered in sand. They're difficult to see.

I'm an avid collector of toys. I got everything. Name it. From the Easy Bake Oven to Barbies to every TV show doll, racing cars... I've been collecting since I was a little kid.

I can remember, as a child, the happy days of us all piling into the car and going to the drive-in. And that was a weekly routine for my father. He was a proud black man, and that all sort of vanished as America began to export jobs.

I'm still obsessed with the beach whenever I'm home; when I'm on the beach, it feels like home to me.

Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

You're basically the same person forever so you find the same stuff funny forever. The Muppet Show spoke to me at 5 and it speaks to me in my late 30s in the same way.

I don't really miss God but I sure miss Santa Claus!

Beaches, music, and car rides—they could all bring on a sudden bout of deep, dreamy thoughts.

The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

I go with what I like and I generally just cling to things that are pastel and remind me of being a little kid. It's just what it is right now, but I go through phases.

My first-born. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.

On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.

You look at that movie [Dude, Where's My Car?] now, and you know exactly when it was made. And that's what kids were like then.

The rediscovered path, where were left the traces of childhood's lost steps.

The brightest light, the light of Italy, the purest sky of Scandinavia in the month of June is only a half-light when one compares it to the light of childhood. Even the nights were blue.

No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.

"Beach." It's a very loose term now. Pretty widely used term. And that's awesome, but I guess my California experience is different from a lot of people's interpretations, and I think maybe I just wanted to put my spin on it.

Sure, I love fairy tales.

In these days of high-tech video games, it's remarkable that kids once got incredibly thrilled while pushing little metal racing cars around a cardboard track: The toy car was yours, and you invested it with importance and enhanced it with fantasy and pitied it because it was small, like you were. Such games were weapons against the ennui of endless Saturdays.

What's the point of being a grown-up if you can't indulge the kid inside you every now and then?