The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.’”

(The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, Chapter 8)

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

“You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.”

(A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle)