“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
“After college, I started working in the gallery and found myself surrounded by a whole new set of people who had not… — 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 nowadays I feel guilty that I am granted the immunity of the artistically gifted, having never actually achieved anything to prove… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I know with unqualified certainty that I want to die. But I also know with equivalent certainty that I won't do anything… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“My only chance is to pretend it's a day like any other; to keep the despair only as great as on all… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“There's a table with some catalogues and a guest book in the corner; there are artworks. Today, I need so badly to… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I love that an idea can be so powerful it doesn't matter whether I've seen the artwork for real or not.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“At first I wonder if they are brothers; now I remember to wonder if they are robbers or rapists or murderers who've… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I've always longed to have a patch of personal wilderness. Of waist-high grass entwined with wildflowers through which I can prance; within… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I remember the book I was reading. Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector. I remember because there were so many things… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I lie down and think about how this whole long, strange summer ought to end in a substantial event. But, probably, won't.… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“What bothered me was all of the time he wasted by drumming, and all the time I wasted by listening to him… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“The worse things get, the more onerous they are to put right again. But this applies to every aspect of life.” — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
“I can't remember the name of the piece, or the artist. Maybe it wasn't even an artwork. Why must I automatically assume… — 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
