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.

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

They will love me for that which destroys me.

No one survives life.

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

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.

I love you still, Against my will.

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.

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.

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

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

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

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

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

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.

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

You get mixed messages because I have mixed feelings.

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.

Your hair is an act of God.

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 the beast at the end of the rope.

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.

drowning in a sea of logicthis monstrous state of palsy

HIPPOLYTUS: I can't sin against a God I don't believe in.

Your disbelief cures nothing.

the capture the rapture the rupture of a soula solo symphony

...and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me...

Body and soul can never be marriedI need to become who I already am and will bellow forever at this incongruity which has committed me to hell