“How easy to be electrocuted. How fine the line between beauty and peril.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I think: I can read into anything. I think: I can read into nothing at all.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I look at the cake in my mother's arms and think: here stands the only person in the whole world who'd go… — 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
“It's too warm for red wine; now I mix gin and tonics instead. I find they make the ordinary sensation of living… — 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
“And I felt like such a failure. I thought: I can't even do mental illness properly.” — 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
“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
“My mother says: 'People who suffer from anxiety are usually those with the most vivid imaginations.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“In the days approaching Christmas, she always reminds me of the previous year: 'Jane crocheted you an entire poncho, and all you… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“. . . buzzed up by the knowledge that none of my family knew where I was, who I was with nor… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“The entrepreneurs are only about my age, probably younger, but they don't seem so. Their tailored clothes and unbending hairdos, their clipboards… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“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
“It happens so seldom; I must catch and keep this slender yearning, a rare beetle in a jam-jar trap. But mustering will… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“We rarely saw each other outside the walls of the gallery, but inside its glaring white spaces, to exorcise the tedium of… — 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
“And yet, here I am. Perceiving everything that is wonderful to be proportionately difficult; everything that is possible an elaborate battle to… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“My mother likes odd numbers and is suspicious of the even ones. She reads a new book every week and is bewitched… — 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
“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
“I never went downstairs to join my housemates around the television. I cooked dinner later than everyone else and carried the plate… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Now I wonder if each artwork is in fact utterly inaccessible to everybody but the person to whom it is secretly addressed?” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Though I am naturally curious about people, I'm also naturally uneasy when they are right in front of me; when I am… — 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
“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Only the lighted houses remaining, the lemon blush of their inhabited windows.” — 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
“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
“Why is it only now that I can see how many ordinary things are actually grotesque?” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“. . . buzzed up by the knowledge that none of my family knew where I was, who I was with nor when I'd… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“My phone doesn't ring and the doorbell doesn't either and I begin to wonder whether I am still alive.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“Only the lighted houses remaining, the lemon blush of their inhabited windows.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“Why must I test myself? Because no one else will, not anymore. Now that I am no longer a student of any kind, I… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“Why is it only now that I can see how many ordinary things are actually grotesque?” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
