“I see foxes often, but always they are crossing fallow fields in the distance. Gold flecks on faraway expanses of green. Magnetic… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“And out the bus window, here is my dead world come true, my whole dead world in motion.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I decided that if I didn't allow myself to fall asleep, then I wouldn't have to wake up again and despair.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“And I felt like such a failure. I thought: I can't even do mental illness properly.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“But I have never wanted to be perceived as chatty and bright. I have always wanted to be solemn and mysterious.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Blending into the tinctures and textures of the countryside. The tree which falls without any human hearing still falls, as the creatures… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“How I adored to draw as a child, a teen; all my life before I began to try and shape a career… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“The director of the Road Safety Authority comes on the radio to tell me that today is the day of the year… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“This morning, I see the lead in my glass tumbler. A slim, bright glint, a silverfish. I feel it collecting in my… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“But now I am beginning to understand we all become tyrants beneath our own roof slates. Or maybe we don't; maybe it's… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“But I know I will do neither; nothing. I have all the time in the world, and yet, I can't be bothered.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“No matter how far I try to travel from people, people always appear. Either they follow me, or they're already there, and… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I knew precisely what things I wanted to do—and when and why—and I was deeply resentful of other people's attempts to enforce… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“How easy to be electrocuted. How fine the line between beauty and peril.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“You can't dance to paintings. This is something Ben said, during one of our White Cube conversations, back when I was still… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“So it's as if,' I say, 'I'm okay in my own bones, but I know that my bones aren't living up to… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“But now I remember: I am mentally ill. Properly, officially. And cannot be held responsible for my actions, my words.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I don't want to say hello, nor do I want him to know that I've seen him and failed to say hello.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Did it do me any good, early in life, to believe so many things which were not true? Or did it damage… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I tried to think of a vice I want to sacrifice, and ended up reasoning that I need my bad habits, desperately,… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Our toys were sixteen or seventeen; only the very eldest were in their early twenties, because, apparently, I didn't envision anything of… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
