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Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs. ↗

— Lynda Barry

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On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicide- it was Mary this time, and sleeping pills, like Therese- the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement from which it was possible to tie a rope. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

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His name was Rambo, and he was just some nothing kid for all anybody knew, standing by the pump of a gas station at the outskirts of Madison, Kentucky. ↗

— David Morrell

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There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

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I know what you want to hear, doctor, but I'm sorry, you're not going to pry some sordid confession out of me. ↗

— Bárbara Mujica

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Barrabas came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her delicate calligraphy. ↗

— Isabel Allende

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There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

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Granted: I AM an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there's a peep-hole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me. ↗

— Günter Grass

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One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. ↗

— Dylan Thomas

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I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

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