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
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.
jobs girl-interrupted world
If I could have any job in the world I'd be a professional Cinderella.
crazy men heartless
When women are angry at men, they call them heartless. When men are angry at women, they call them crazy.
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.
purpose crowds way
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.
country writing data
For nearly a century the psychoanalysts have been writing op-ed pieces about the workings of a country they've never traveled to, a place that, like China, has been off-limits. Suddenly, the country has opened its borders and is crawling with foreign correspondents, neurobiologists are filing ten stories a week, filled with new data. These two groups of writers, however, don't seem to read each other's work. That's because the analysts are writing about a country they call Mind and the neuroscientists are reporting from a country they call Brain.
mean talking nuts
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.
dancing goats want
Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry.
girl dream crazy
Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.
mind claims synapses
I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses
lying gun girl-interrupted
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.
girl mean broken
Being crasy doesn't mean to be broken...It is you and me amplified", Girl, Interrupted
mad cadence makers
What is it about meter and cadence and rhythm that makes their makers mad?