We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.

un de ces jours tu ne reviendras pas, nonseulemetn "la mort viendra et ell aura tes yeux".

Yes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living.

One little Indian left all alone, he went out and hanged himself and then there were none.

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

It is always consoling to think of suicide;it's what gets one through many a bad night.

Self-destruction would be a brief, almost autoerotic free-fall into a great velvet darkness

Suicide is nothing, but an act of depriving the soul from it's very right to liberation.

So easy to go sailing off this road. A wonder more folks didn't. All that space, waiting.

Sometimes you have to cross the boundaries of Death in order to discover the meaning of Life.

The only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage.

The parts of me that used to think I was different or smarter or whatever, almost made me die.

Life’s greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

I can feel the hurt. There's something good about it. Mostly it makes me stop remembering.