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By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

It's a fairly accurate portrait of me at eighteen, minus a few quirks like reckless driving and eating binges. It's accurate but it isn't profound.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Insanity comes in two basic varieties: slow and fast... Viscosity and Velocity are opposites, yet they can look the same. Viscosity causes the stillness of disinclination; velocity causes the stillness of fascination. An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled, or because inner life is transfixingly busy.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Don't separate the mind from the body. Don't separate even character - you can't. Our unit of existence is a body, a physical, tangible, sensate entity with perceptions and reactions that express it and form it simultaneously. Disease is one of our languages. Doctors understand what disease has to say about itself. It's up to the person with the disease to understand what the disease has to say to her.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

But when they were done, I wondered if there would be a next time. I felt good. I wasn’t dead, yet something was dead. Perhaps I’d managed my peculiar objective of partial suicide. I was lighter, airier than I’d been in years.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

When women are angry at men, they call them heartless. When men are angry at women, they call them crazy.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beautiful, we wish our clothes could glisten and ripple against our skins, most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them, as are the maid with the letter and the soldier with the hat.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Insanity comes in two basic varieties: slow and fast. I'm not talking about onset or duration. I mean the quality of the insanity, the day-to-day business of being nuts.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Which is worse, overload or underload? Luckily, I never had to choose. One or Pass on to where? Back into my cells to lurk like a virus waiting for the next opportunity? Out into the ether of the world to wait for the circumstances that would provoke its reappearance? Endogenous or exogenous, nature or nurture - it's the great mystery of mental illness.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Maybe, there's a moment growing up when something peels back... Maybe, maybe, we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds...

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Confuse was the nurses' word for abuse.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Mental illness seems to be a communication problem between interpreters one and two.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

The debate was wearing me out. Once you've posed that question, it won't go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't. Anything I thought or did was immediately drawn into the debate. Made a stupid remark--why not kill myself? Missed the bus--better put an end to it all. Even the good got in there. I liked that movie--maybe I shouldn't kill myself.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Maybe I was just flirting with madness the way I flirted with my teachers and my classmates.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Disease [is] as one of our languages. Doctors understand what disease has to say about itself. It's up to the person with the disease to understand what the disease has to say to her.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Whatever we call it - mind, character, soul - we like to think we possess something that is greater than the sum of our neurons and that animates us.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

In the parallel universe the laws of physics are suspended. What goes up does not necessarily come down, a body at rest does not tend to stay at rest and not every action can be counted on to provoke an equal and opposite reaction. Time, 'too, is different. It may run in circles, flow backward, skip about from now to then. The very arrangement of molecules is fluid: Tables can be clocks, faces, flowers.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Recovered. Had my personality crossed over that border, whatever and wherever it was, to resume life within the confines of normal? Had I stopped arguing with my personality and learned to straddle the line between sane and insane?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Not everything has a happy ending, and not everything has an ending. Some things just kind of dribble away or cut off abruptly.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses

By Anonym 15 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

The only way to stay sane is to go a little crazy.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

She wasn't blotto, she was plotting.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

I noticed that some of my deadness was being replaced by an intense feeling about the Greek stories and the Bible stories. They were similar. There was something naked about these stories. Terrible things happened, and then some more terrible things.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

I can honestly say that my misery had been transformed into common unhappiness, so by Freud's definition I have achieved mental health.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

All my integrity seemed to lie in saying No.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

And in the end, I lost him. I did it on purpose, the way Garance lost Baptiste in the crowd. I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

For many of us, the hospital was as much a refuge as it was a prison. Though we were cut off from the world and all the trouble we enjoyed stirring up out there, we were also cut off from the demands and expectations that had driven us crazy. What could be expected of us now that we were stowed away in a loony bin?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Why did she do it? Nobody dared to ask. Because - what courage! Who had the courage to burn herself? Twenty aspirin, a little slit alongside the veins of the arm, maybe even a bad half hour standing on a roof: We've all had those. And somewhat more dangerous things, like putting a gun in your mouth. But you put it there, you taste it, it's cold and greasy, your finger is on the trigger, and you find that a whole world lies between this moment and the moment you've been planning, when you'll pull the trigger. That world defeats you. You put the gun back in the drawer. You'll have to find another way. What was that moment like for her? The moment she lit the match. Had she already tried roofs and guns and aspirins? Or was it just an inspiration? I had an inspiration once. I woke up one morning and I knew that today I had to swallow fifty aspirin. It was my task: my job for the day. I lined them up on my desk and took them one by one, counting. But it's not the same as what she did. I could have stopped, at ten, or at thirty. And I could have done what I did do, which was go onto the street and faint. Fifty aspirin is a lot of aspirin, but going onto the street and fainting is like putting the gun back in the drawer. She lit the match.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

If I could have any job in the world I'd be a professional Cinderella.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Smile and the world smiles with you, cry and you cry alone.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Suicide is a form of murder— premeditated murder. It isn’t something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes some getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind. It’s important to cultivate detachment. One way to do this is to practice imagining yourself dead, or in the process of dying. If there’s a window, you must imagine your body falling out the window. If there’s a knife, you must imagine the knife piercing your skin. If there’s a train coming, you must imagine your torso flattened under its wheels. These exercises are necessary to achieving the proper distance. The debate was wearing me out. Once you've posed that question, it won't go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't. Anything I thought or did was immediately drawn into the debate. Made a stupid remark—why not kill myself? Missed the bus—better put an end to it all. Even the good got in there. I liked that movie—maybe I shouldn’t kill myself. In reality, it was only part of myself I wanted to kill: the part that wanted to kill herself, that dragged me into the suicide debate and made every window, kitchen implement, and subway station a rehearsal for tragedy.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

This behavior may...counteract feelings of'numbness'and depersonalization that aries duriing periods of extreme stress.-153 Girl,Interrupted

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

My chronic feelings of emptiness and boredom came from the fact that I was living a life based on my incapacities, which were numerous.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

GoodReads: Do people still ask you about your mental health? Susanna Kaysen: Well, they used to a lot. "Are you still crazy?" was how people put it. And I would say, "Yes, but I'm older, so I'm more used to it." It's familiar. You've been there, you've done that, and it's gone away. I think the fact that you can feel like it's the end of the world and you're going to kill yourself and yet there's some part of you that says "this has happened before." And by the time you get to the point where you can say "this has happened 137 times before," it's better than saying "this has happened four times before." So as you get older, there's a little ironist or cynic or somebody inside you who says, "Yeah, uh-huh. Right, OK, I've heard that, I've heard that.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

This clarity made me able to behave normally, which posed some interesting questions. Was everybody seeing this stuff and acting as though they weren't? Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act? If some people didn't see these things, what was the matter with them? Were they blind or something? These questions had me unsettled.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

And this was the main precondition, that anything might be something else. Once I'd accepted that, it followed that I might be mad, or that someone might think me mad. How could I say for certain that I wasn't, if I couldn't say for certain that a curtain wasn't a mountain range?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Don’t ask me those questions! Don’t ask me what life means or how we know reality or why we have to suffer so much. Don’t talk about how nothing feels real, how everything is coated with gelatin and shining like oil in the sun. I don’t want to hear about the tiger in the corner or the Angel of Death or the phone calls from John the Baptist.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Being crasy doesn't mean to be broken...It is you and me amplified", Girl, Interrupted

By Anonym 13 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

What is it about meter and cadence and rhythm that makes their makers mad?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

It's important to cultivate detachment. One way to do this is to practice imagining yourself dead, or in the process of dying. If there's a window, you must imagine your body falling out the window. If there's a knife, you must imagine the knife piercing your skin. If there's a train coming, you must imagine your torso flattened under its wheels. These exercises are necessary to achieving the proper distance.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

The girl at her music sits in another sort of light,the fitful,overcast light of lie,by which we see ourselves and others only imprefectly, and seldom..-Girl,Interrupted

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

It was my misfortune-or salvation-to be at all times perfectly conscious of my misperceptions of reality.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Nothing," I said. "It's quiet. It's like― I don't know. It's like falling off a cliff." I laughed. "I guess my life will just stop when I get married." It didn't. It wasn't quiet either. And in the end, I lost him. I did it on purpose, the way Garance lost Baptiste in the crowd. I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Now, I would say to myself, you are feeling alienated from people and unlike other people, therefore you are projecting your discomfort onto them. When you look at a face, you see a blob of rubber because you are worried that your face is a blob of rubber. This clarity made me able to behave normally, which posed some interesting questions. Was everybody seeing this stuff and acting as though they weren’t? Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act? If some people didn’t see these things, what was the matter with them? Were they blind or something? These questions had me unsettled.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Susanna Kaysen

Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry.