Quotes by Sara Baume

I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.

I'm fifty-seven. Too old for starting over, too young for giving up.

I lie down and let life leave its footprints on me.

See how community is only a good thing when you're a part of it.

I am less fearful of being alone than I am of not being able to be alone.

My sadness isn't a way I feel but a thing trapped inside the walls of my flesh, like a smog. It takes the sheen off everything. It rolls the world in soot. It saps the power from my limbs and presses my back into a stoop.

Life never misses an opportunity to upscuttle us, I think. Life likes to tell us it told us so.

The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation.