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

— Sarah Kane

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 message 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 program 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 ass your but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want what you want and think I'm losing myself but now I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really don't want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding ongoing never-ending love I have for you.

— Sarah Kane

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

— Sarah Kane

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

— Sarah Kane

Death is my lover, and he wants to move in.

— Sarah Kane

Drowning in a sea of logic this monstrous state of palsy

— Sarah Kane

Embrace beautiful lies - the chronic insanity of the sane

— Sarah Kane

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.

— Sarah Kane

He's following me... He needs to have a secret, but he can't help to tell 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.

— Sarah Kane

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

— Sarah Kane