Sarah Kane Quotes

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.

Have you ever thought, thought your heart would break? Wished you could cut open your chest tear it out to stop the pain? Why don´t you riot like everyone else. I don't care, life's too long. You can have any man you want. I want him...except him. Always suspected the world didn't smell of fresh paint and flowers. Smells of piss and human sweat If there could have been more moments like this.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

I'm not a brand name, I'm a person.

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's not a drug on earth can make life meaningful

You get mixed messages because I have mixed feelings.

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

When depression visits
I shall hang myself
to the sound of my lover's breathing

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

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

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.

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

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.

We made love, and then she threw up.

I cannot touch my essential self.

I sing without hope on the boundary

A circle is the only geometric shape defined by its centre. No chicken and egg about it, the centre came first, the circumference follows. The earth, by definition, has a centre. And only the fool that knows it can go wherever he pleases, knowing the centre will hold him down, stop him flying out of orbit. But when your sense of centre shifts, comes whizzing to the surface, the balance has gone. The balance has gone. The balance my baby has gone.

I need to become who I already am

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.

I'm tired of my life and my mind wants to die.

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

But I am not here and never have been.

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

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

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

If there is a God, I'd like to look him in the face knowing I'd died as I lived. In conscious sin.

A horror so deep only ritual can contain it.

And the rats eat my face. So what.

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?

Hippolytus: Do you believe in God?
Priest: (Looks at him.)
Hippolytus: I know what I am. And always will be. But you. You sin knowing you'll confess. Then you're forgiven. And then you start all over again.
How do you dare mock a God so powerful? Unless you don't really believe.
Priest: This is your confession, not mine.
Hippolytus: Then why are you on your knees? God certainly is merciful. If I were him I'd despise you. I'd wipe you off the face of the earth for your dishonesty.
Priest: You're not God.
Hippolytus: No. A prince. God on earth. But not God. Fortunate for all concerned. I'd not allow you to sin knowing you'd confess and get away with it.
Priest: Heaven would be empty.
Hippolytus: A kingdom of honest men, honestly sinning. And death for those who try to cover their arse.

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.

I hope you never understand, because I like you. I like you, I like you.

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.

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.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.

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 am much fucking angrier than you think.

please open the curtains

Some will call this self-indulgence
(They are lucky not to know its truth)
Some will know the simple fact of pain
This is becoming my normality

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

And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type up your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the tv programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your

and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other e

(A very long silence.)
- But you have friends.
(A long silence.)
You have a lot of friends.
What do you offer your friends to make them so supportive?
(A long silence.)
What do you offer your friends to make them so supportive?
(A long silence.)
What do you offer?
(Silence.)

Hatch opens
Stark light
the rupture begins

Only love can save me and love has destroyed 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.

Built to be lonely
to love the absent.
Find me
Free me
from this
corrosive doubt
futile despair
horror in repose.
I can fill my space
fill my time
but nothing can fill this void in my heart.

You know, most good playwrights write seven good plays and then something happens and after that they're crap.

- I used to love you.
- What's changed?
- You.
- No. Now you see me. That's all.

Don't say no to me you can't say no to me because it's such a relief to have love again and to lie in bed and be held and touched and kissed and adored and your heart will leap when you hear my voice and see my smile and feel my breath on your neck and your heart will race when I want to see you and I will lie to you from day one and use you and screw you and break your heart because you broke mine first and you will love me more each day until the weight is unbearable and your life is mine and you'll die alone because I will take what I want then walk away and owe you nothing it's always there it's always been there and you cannot deny the life you feel fuck that life fuck that life fuck that life I have lost you now.

M The heat is going out of me.
C The heart is going out of me.
B I feel nothing, nothing.
I feel nothing.

I love you still,
Against my will.

If I could be free of you without having to lose you.

Your hair is an act of God.

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

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

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