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
girl stress numbness
This behavior may...counteract feelings of'numbness'and depersonalization that aries duriing periods of extreme stress.-153 Girl,Interrupted
nurse abuse
Confuse was the nurses' word for abuse.
girl morning jobs
I had an inspiration once. I woke up one morning and I knew that it was my task to swallow fifty asprin.It was my task:my job for the day.-17 Girl Interrupted
insanity acting matter
Was everybody seeing this stuff and acting as though they weren't? Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act?
self liberty gone
In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose. Our privacy, our liberty, our dignity: all of this was gone and we were stripped down to the bare bones of our selves
girl-interrupted skins praying
Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.
crazy cutting expectations
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?
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.
thinking feels
There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don't feel the same.
america wind girl-interrupted
We say that Columbus discovered America and Newton discovered gravity, as though America and gravity weren't there until Columbus and Newton got wind of them.
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.
depression real mean
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.
interesting people insanity
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.