Quotes from Sarah Kane

Sanity is found at the centre of convulsion, where madness is scorched from the bisected soul.

She's sick to the fucking gills of herself and wishes wishes wishes that something would happen to make life begin.

Let the day perish in which I was born Let the blackness of night terrify it Let the stars of its dawn be dark May it not see the eyelids of the morning Because it did not shut the door of my mother's womb

It's fear that keeps me away from the train tracks.

I believe in anniversaries, that a mood can be repeated even if the event that caused it is trivial or forgotten. In this case, it's neither.

Elle parle d'elle à la troisième personne parce que l'idée d'être celle qu'elle est, de s'admettre telle quelle, c'est plus que son orgueil ne peut en supporter

C'est la vanité, ce n'est pas d'être équilibré qui va me garder indemne

A - Il n'y a pas de secrets M - Il n'y a que des aveugles

I have this grief and I don't know why.

non so come comunicarti qualcosa dell'assoluto eterno indomabile incondizionato inarrestabile irrazionale razionalissimo costante infinito amore che ho per te.

Ce n'est pas votre faute. -JE SAIS. -Mais vous l'autorisez. (Silence) Non ? Le matin apporte la défaite. belle douleur qui dit que j'existe et demain une vie plus équilibrée. -Si je suis en colère c'est parce que je comprends, pas le contraire. Je vous ai toujours bien aimé même quand je vous détestais.

Us?ysz mnie, dostrze? mnie, dotknij mnie, kochaj mnie, uwolnij mnie!

Phaedara: Can't switch this off. Can't crush it. Can't. Wake up with it, burning me. Think I'll crack open I want him so much. I talk to him. He talks to me, you know, we, we know each other very well, he tells me things, we're very close. About sex and how much it depresses him, and I know -

Strophe: They do love him. Everyone loves him. He despises them for it. You'd be no different. Phaedra: You could feel such pleasure.

Tu me remplis la tête comme ne savent le faire que les absents

That's me. Exist in the swing. Never still, never one thing or the other, always moving from one extreme to the furthest reaches of the other.

A fourteen year old to steal my virginity on the moor and rape me till I come.

I lied for you and that is why I cannot love you.

Le propre d'une métaphore, c'est d'être réelle

Phaedra: Can't switch this off. Can't crush it. Can't. Wake up with it, burning me. Think I'll crack open I want him so much. I talk to him. He talks to me, you know, we, we know each other very well, he tells me things, we're very close. About sex and how much it depresses him, and I know -

Frica e cea care m? Å£ine departe de ÅŸinele de tren. Sper din suflet ca moartea s? fie sfârÅŸitul. M? simt de parc? aÅŸ avea optzeci de ani. M-am s?turat de via?? ÅŸi mintea mea vrea s? moar?.

Priest: If truth is your absolute, you will die. If life is your absolute- Hippolytus: I've chosen my path. I'm fucking doomed.

You fill my head as only someone who is absent can.

I've only ever written to escape from hell - and it's never worked - but at the other end of it when you sit there and watch something and think that's the most perfect expression of hell that I felt then maybe it was worth it.