Art, and sadness, which last forever.

“The entrepreneurs are only about my age, probably younger, but they don't seem so. Their tailored clothes and unbending hairdos, their clipboards and laser…

— Sara Baume

“Whether or not I want to see him, I do not want him to see me.”

— Sara Baume

“In the days approaching Christmas, she always reminds me of the previous year: 'Jane crocheted you an entire poncho, and all you gave her…

— Sara Baume

“People don't like it when you say real things.”

— Sara Baume

“Though I am naturally curious about people, I'm also naturally uneasy when they are right in front of me; when I am right in…

— Sara Baume

“It happens so seldom; I must catch and keep this slender yearning, a rare beetle in a jam-jar trap. But mustering will is not…

— Sara Baume

“Everything is very nearly over. And so none of the normal rules of behavior apply. And so none of my actions can have consequences.”

— Sara Baume

“We rarely saw each other outside the walls of the gallery, but inside its glaring white spaces, to exorcise the tedium of the tasks…

— Sara Baume

“Why is it only now that I can see how many ordinary things are actually grotesque?”

— Sara Baume

“Sometimes things happen that give me cause to believe I no longer exist. Car park barriers which do not lift when I drive towards…

— Sara Baume

“Only the lighted houses remaining, the lemon blush of their inhabited windows.”

— Sara Baume

“The last time I went out at night in the city was almost a year ago. It began with anxiety, then I was pleasantly…

— Sara Baume

“My phone doesn't ring and the doorbell doesn't either and I begin to wonder whether I am still alive.”

— Sara Baume

“. . . buzzed up by the knowledge that none of my family knew where I was, who I was with nor when I'd…

— Sara Baume

“I never went downstairs to join my housemates around the television. I cooked dinner later than everyone else and carried the plate up to…

— Sara Baume