Sylvia Plath

En anglais : "What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. When the sky outside is merely pink, and the rooftops merely black: the photographic mind which paradoxically tells the truth, but the worthless truth, about the world…If I sit still and don't do anything, the world goes on beating like a slack drum, without meaning. We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine: it is that kind of madness which is worst: the kind with fancies and hallucinations would be a bosch-ish relief."