#suicide

Humorists can never start to take themselves seriously. It's literary suicide. ↗

— Erma Bombeck

#literary #never #seriously #start #suicide

I think the suicides in my first book came from the idea of growing up in Detroit. If you grow up in a city like that you feel everything is perishing, evanescent and going away very quickly. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#book #came #city #detroit #evanescent

How do you dare to ask me for a solution? It's like asking Seneca for a solution. You remember what he did? He committed suicide! ↗

— Oriana Fallaci

#asking #committed #dare #did #how

For all their current prestige, Osama bin Laden and the suicide bombers are still regarded in all but the most desperate districts of Gaza or Peshawar as romantics with little chance of more than symbolic victories, however bloody and brutal. That gives both the Middle East and the West a small and distant hope of security. ↗

— James Buchan

#bloody #bombers #both #brutal #chance

Suicidal violence is not the exclusive property of the Muslim world. Suicide bombings were a tactic of nationalist struggles in 19th-century Europe and Russia, the far east during the second world war and the Vietnam war, and in modern Sri Lanka. ↗

— James Buchan

#bombings #during #east #europe #exclusive

I am so sick of reading about another car bomb, another suicide bomber, another 10, 20, 30, 70, 100 people dead in a day, both Americans and Iraqis. ↗

— Rosanne Cash

#am #another #bomb #bomber #both

Write something, even if it's just a suicide note. ↗

— Gore Vidal

#just #note #something #suicide #write

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide. ↗

— Albert Camus

#philosophical problem #problem #serious #suicide #truly

I don’t know: perhaps it’s a dream, all a dream. (That would surprise me.) I’ll wake, in the silence, and never sleep again. (It will be I?) Or dream (dream again), dream of a silence, a dream silence, full of murmurs (I don’t know, that’s all words), never wake (all words, there’s nothing else). You must go on, that’s all I know. They’re going to stop, I know that well: I can feel it. They’re going to abandon me. It will be the silence, for a moment (a good few moments). Or it will be mine? The lasting one, that didn’t last, that still lasts? It will be I? You must go on. I can’t go on. You must go on. I’ll go on. You must say words, as long as there are any - until they find me, until they say me. (Strange pain, strange sin!) You must go on. Perhaps it’s done already. Perhaps they have said me already. Perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story. (That would surprise me, if it opens.) It will be I? It will be the silence, where I am? I don’t know, I’ll never know: in the silence you don’t know. You must go on. I can’t go on. I’ll go on. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#silence #story #suicide #words #dreams

I tried to commit suicide by sticking my head in the oven, but there was a cake in it. ↗

— Lesley Boone

#commit #head #i #i tried #oven