[about suicide] And why is it the biggest sin of all? All your life you’re told that you’ll be going to this marvellous place when you pass on. And the one thing you can do to get you there a bit quicker is something that stops you getting there at all. Oh, I can see that it’s a kind of queuejumping. But if someone jumps the queue at the Post Office, people tut. Or sometimes they say, “Excuse me, I was here first.
It’s a wonder I’m even alive. Sometimes I think that. I think that I can’t believe I haven’t killed myself. But there’s something in me that just keeps going on. I think it has something to do with tomorrow, that there always is one, and that everything can change when it comes.
That sounds weird: “kill yourself.” It makes it sound like you tried to murder someone, only that someone is you.
It’s better to burn out than to fade away.
We are the wreck of what we have been, and the place of our own future demise.
A society that believes in nothing can offer no argument even against death. A culture that has lost its faith in life cannot comprehend why it should be endured.
Keep passing the open windows.
He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.’s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.
Fools commit suicide and think they’re doing themselves a favor.
I decided to find out how people at school might react if one of the students never came back.