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
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.
lying integrity saying-no
All my integrity seemed to lie in saying No.
crazy mean tunnels
Are you crazy? It's a common phrase, I know. But it means something particular to me: the tunnels, the security screens, the plastic forks, the shimmering, ever-shifting borderline that like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed. I do not want to cross it again.
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.
eye wild-eyes
With wild eyes that had seen freedom.
beautiful light clothes
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.
opportunity cells waiting
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.
character thinking soul
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.
suicide girl-interrupted kitchen
Actually, 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.
reality salvation conscious
It was my misfortune-or salvation-to be at all times perfectly conscious of my misperceptions of reality.
my-future needed wanted
I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.
ice-cream nurse six
I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor.
heart cold cold-heart
You have to have a somewhat cold heart to be a writer.