Susanna Kaysen
Susanna Kaysen
Susanna Kaysenis an American author, best known for her memoir Girl, Interrupted...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth11 November 1948
CountryUnited States of America
suicide years peculiar
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.
ambition expectations girl-interrupted
My family had a lot of characteristics - achievements, ambitions, talents, expectations - that all seemed to be recessive in me.
velocity busy life-is
An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.
depression crazy safe
... now I was safe, now I was really crazy, and nobody could take me out of there.
world
The world didn't stop because we weren't in it anymore.
doctors disease language
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.
teacher flirting way
Maybe I was just flirting with madness the way I flirted with my teachers and my classmates.
privacy
Freedom was the price of privacy.
glasses doors cake
You could also "request" to be locked into the seclusion room. Not many people made that request. You had to "request" to get out too. A nurse would look through the chicken wire and decide if you were ready to come out. Somewhat like looking at a cake through the glass of the oven door.
my-future needed wanted
I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.
growing-up believe girl-interrupted
Maybe, there's a moment growing up when something peels back... Maybe, maybe, we look for secrets because we can't believe our mind.
girl-interrupted sorrow sound
When you’re sad you need to hear your sorrow structured into sound.
profound portraits driving
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.
suicide spring wind
It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather.