Quotes from Sarah Kane

Watching me, judging me, smelling the crippling failure oozing from my skin, my desperation clawing and all-consuming panic drenching me as I gape in horror at the world and wonder why everyone is smiling and looking at me with secret knowledge of my aching shame.

I am jealous of my sleeping lover and cover his induced unconsciousness.

As a child I liked to piss on the carpet. The carpet rotted and I blamed it on the dog.

Long before I had the chance to adore all of you, I adored the bits of you I could see.

PHAEDRE: You're in pain. I adore you.

Don't even think about it. Who would have children. You have kids, they grow up, they hate you and you die.

HIPPOLYTUS: No one burns me, no one fucking touches me. So don't try.

A room of expressionless faces staring blankly at my pain, so devoid of meaning there must be evil intent.

drowning in a sea of logic this monstrous state of palsy

And I go out at six in the morning and start my search for you. If I've dreamt a message of a street or a pub or a station I go there. And I wait for you.

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

He's following me... He needs to have a secret but he can´t help telling the heat is going out of me. The heart is going out of me, and though she cannot remember she cannot forget. Clutching a fistful of sand. What ties me to you is guilt. I crossed two rivers and wept by one I am the beast at the end of the rope Happy and free.

Sleep with a dog and rise full of fleas.

I need to become who I already am

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

Nothing can extinguish my anger. And nothing can restore my faith. This is not a world in which I wish to live.

At home I'm clean. Like it never happened. Tell them you saw me. Tell them...you saw me.

the capture the rapture the rupture of a soul a solo symphony

A horror so deep only ritual can contain it.

Burning in a hot tunnel of dismay, my humiliation complete as I shake without reason and stumble over words and have nothing to say about my 'illness' which anyway amounts only to knowing that there's no point in anything because I'm going to die.

Theatre has no memory, which makes it the most existential of the arts... I keep coming back in the hope that someone in a darkened room somewhere will show me an image that burns itself into my mind

She ceases to continue with the day do day farce of getting through the next few hours in an attempt to ward off the fact that she doesn't know how to get through the next forty years.

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I love you now. I'm with you now. I'll do my best, moment to moment, not to betray you. Now. That's it. No more. Don't make me lie to you.