“I’ll never speak to God again.”

— Sylvia Plath

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American poet, novelist and short story writer 1932–1963

Bill Watterson (1958) American comic artist

“The Jews talk about "never again."… You cannot say "Never again" to God because when he puts you in the oven, you're in one indeed!… "Never again" don't mean a damn thing when God get ready for you!”

Louis Farrakhan (1933) leader of the Nation of Islam

"People Organized and Working for Economic Rebirth," sermon at Madison Square Garden (7 October 1985)

“As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.”

Margaret Mitchell (1900–1949) American author and journalist

Source: Gone With The Wind

“Lord Raoul asked me to tell you that if you get yourself killed, he will never speak to you again.”

Tamora Pierce (1954) American writer of fantasy novels for children

Variant: I love you, if you get yourself killed, I will never forgive you.

“I thank God, I shall never again visit a slave-country.”

Charles Darwin book The Voyage of the Beagle

Source: The Voyage of the Beagle (1839), chapter XXI: "Mauritius To England" (second edition, 1845), pages 499-500 http://darwin-online.org.uk/content/frameset?pageseq=512&itemID=F14&viewtype=image <br class="br">Context: I thank God, I shall never again visit a slave-country. To this day, if I hear a distant scream, it recalls with painful vividness my feelings, when passing a house near Pernambuco, I heard the most pitiable moans, and could not but suspect that some poor slave was being tortured, yet knew that I was as powerless as a child even to remonstrate. I suspected that these moans were from a tortured slave, for I was told that this was the case in another instance. Near Rio de Janeiro I lived opposite to an old lady, who kept screws to crush the fingers of her female slaves. I have staid in a house where a young household mulatto, daily and hourly, was reviled, beaten, and persecuted enough to break the spirit of the lowest animal. I have seen a little boy, six or seven years old, struck thrice with a horse-whip (before I could interfere) on his naked head, for having handed me a glass of water not quite clean; I saw his father tremble at a mere glance from his master's eye. … And these deeds are done and palliated by men, who profess to love their neighbours as themselves, who believe in God, and pray that his Will be done on earth! It makes one's blood boil, yet heart tremble, to think that we Englishmen and our American descendants, with their boastful cry of liberty, have been and are so guilty: but it is a consolation to reflect, that we at least have made a greater sacrifice, than ever made by any nation, to expiate our sin.

“She is . . . the moon in my night sky. And that is the beginning, middle, and end of it. There is no more to be told than that, and never shall I speak of her again.”

Jessica Bird (1969) U.S. novelist

Source: The Shadows