Sarah Kane Quotes

No boy is worth crying over, and the one who is won't make you cry.

Once you have perceived that life is very cruel, the only response is to live with as much humanity, humour and freedom as you can.

To create something beautiful about despair or out of a feeling of despair is for me the most hopeful life affirming thing a person can do

Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.

I feel like I’m eighty years old. I’m tired of life and my mind wants to die.

You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

No one survives life.

They will love me for that which destroys me.

But you have friends. You have a lot of friends. What do you offer your friends to make them so supportave. What do you offer your friends to make them so supportave what do you offer. " ...if I could remember any more of my lines I'd add them so basically this is a preface to the whole play. I would like to quote the whole play. Currently my mind is afraid to remember the play.

I dread the loss of her I've never touched love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak I miss a woman who was never born I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes Everything perishes Everything palls my thought walks away with a killing smile leaving discordant anxiety which roars in my soul No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope

She's talking about herself in the third person because the idea of being who she is, of acknowledging that she is herself, is more than her pride can take.

the chicken's still dancing the chicken won't stop

to feed, help, protect, comfort, console, support, nurse, or heal to be fed, helped, nursed, protected, comforted, consoled, supported, nursed, or healed to form mutually enjoyable, enduring, cooperating and reciprocating relationship with Other, with an equal to be forgiven to be loved to be free

Have you made any plans? Take an overdose, slash my wrists then hang myself. All those things together? It couldn't possibly be misconstrued as a cry for help.

There is an objective reality in which my body and mind are one. But I am not here and never have been.

I love you still, Against my will.

What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me?

Please. Don’t switch off my mind by attempting to straighten me out. Listen and understand, and when you feel contempt don’t express it, at least not verbally, at least not to me.

I don’t have music, Christ I wish I had music but all I have is words.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass In accident time where there are no accidents You have no choice the choice comes after

Comedy is easy. First, people have to fall down. Next, include someone a little hefty. It's a hoot.

There's not a drug on earth can make life meaningful

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn’t I wish you hadn’t I wish you’d left me alone.

It is myself I have never met whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind

A small girl became increasingly paralysed by her parents' frequently violent rows. Sometimes she would spend hours standing completely still in the toilet, simply because that was where she happened to be when the fight began. Finally, in moments of calm, she would take bottles of milk from the fridge or doorstep and leave them in places where she may later become trapped. Her parents were unable to understand why they found bottles of sour milk in every room in the house.

You get mixed messages because I have mixed feelings.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass.

Your hair is an act of God.

Embrace beautiful lies - the chronic insanity of the sane

Sleep with a dog and rise full of fleas.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

I crave white on white and black, but my thoughts race in glorious technicolour, prodding me awake, whipping away the warm blanket of invisibility every time it sears to smother my mind in nothing.

I'm here, got no choice. But you, you should be telling people.

I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.