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  • #1
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #2
    Gillian Flynn
    “There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #3
    Gillian Flynn
    “There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #4
    Gillian Flynn
    “The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you.”
    Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

  • #5
    Gillian Flynn
    “A lot of people lacked that gift: knowing when to fuck off.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #6
    Gillian Flynn
    “For several years, I had been bored. Not a whining, restless child's boredom (although I was not above that) but a dense, blanketing malaise. It seemed to me that there was nothing new to be discovered ever again. Our society was utterly, ruinously derivative (although the word derivative as a criticism is itself derivative). We were the first human beings who would never see anything for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull-eyed, underwhelmed. Mona Lisa, the Pyramids, the Empire State Building. Jungle animals on attack, ancient icebergs collapsing, volcanoes erupting. I can't recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn't immediately reference to a movie or TV show. A fucking commercial. You know the awful singsong of the blasé: Seeeen it. I've literally seen it all, and the worst thing, the thing that makes me want to blow my brains out, is: The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can't anymore. I don't know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script.

    It's a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.

    And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls.

    It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else.

    I would have done anything to feel real again.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #7
    Gillian Flynn
    “People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #8
    Gillian Flynn
    “I often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #9
    Gillian Flynn
    “I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.”
    Gillian Flynn, Dark Places

  • #10
    Gillian Flynn
    “I waited patiently - years - for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we'd say, Yeah, he's a Cool Guy.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #11
    Gillian Flynn
    “It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were okay, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that simply wasn't so”
    Gillian Flynn, Dark Places

  • #12
    Gillian Flynn
    “Yes, I am finally a match for Amy. The other morning I woke up next to her, and I studied the back of her skull. I tried to read her thoughts. For once I didn't feel like I was staring into the sun. I'm rising to my wife's level of madness. Because I can feel her changing me again: I was a callow boy, and then a man, good and bad. Now at last I'm the hero. I am the one to root for in the never-ending war story of our marriage. It's a story I can live with. Hell, at this point, I can't imagine my story without Amy. She is my forever antagonist.

    We are one long frightening climax.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #13
    Ned Vizzini
    “I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.”
    Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

  • #14
    Vincent van Gogh
    “...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”
    Vincent Willem van Gogh

  • #15
    Joseph Conrad
    “Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank -- but that's not the same thing.”
    Joseph Conrad, The Secret Sharer and other stories

  • #16
    Susanna Kaysen
    “Suicide is a form of murder - premeditated murder. It isn't something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.”
    Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

  • #17
    Anne Sexton
    “Anne, I don't want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even explain. I know how silly it sounds . . . but if you knew how it Felt. To be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it. Ay that's the rub. I am like a stone that lives . . . locked outside of all that's real. . . . Anne, do you know of such things, can you hear???? I wish, or think I wish, that I were dying of something for then I could be brave, but to be not dying, and yet . . . and yet to [be] behind a wall, watching everyone fit in where I can't, to talk behind a gray foggy wall, to live but to not reach or to reach wrong . . . to do it all wrong . . . believe me, (can you?) . . . what's wrong. I want to belong. I'm like a jew who ends up in the wrong country. I'm not a part. I'm not a member. I'm frozen.”
    Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

  • #18
    Susanna Kaysen
    “Why did she do it? Nobody dared to ask. Because - what courage! Who had the courage to burn herself? Twenty aspirin, a little slit alongside the veins of the arm, maybe even a bad half hour standing on a roof: We've all had those. And somewhat more dangerous things, like putting a gun in your mouth. But you put it there, you taste it, it's cold and greasy, your finger is on the trigger, and you find that a whole world lies between this moment and the moment you've been planning, when you'll pull the trigger. That world defeats you. You put the gun back in the drawer. You'll have to find another way.

    What was that moment like for her? The moment she lit the match. Had she already tried roofs and guns and aspirins? Or was it just an inspiration?

    I had an inspiration once. I woke up one morning and I knew that today I had to swallow fifty aspirin. It was my task: my job for the day. I lined them up on my desk and took them one by one, counting. But it's not the same as what she did. I could have stopped, at ten, or at thirty. And I could have done what I did do, which was go onto the street and faint. Fifty aspirin is a lot of aspirin, but going onto the street and fainting is like putting the gun back in the drawer.

    She lit the match.”
    Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

  • #19
    Langston Hughes
    “I went down to the river,
    I set down on the bank.
    I tried to think but couldn't,
    So I jumped in and sank.”
    Langston Hughes

  • #20
    Dorothy Parker
    “If wild my breast and sore my pride,
    I bask in dreams of suicide,
    If cool my heart and high my head
    I think 'How lucky are the dead.”
    Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker

  • #21
    Warren Ellis
    “By four o'clock, I've discounted suicide in favor of killing everyone else in the entire world instead.”
    Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan, Vol. 3: Year of the Bastard

  • #22
    Nina LaCour
    “There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We'd be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right and I would think 'it will be okay if it can just be like this forever' but of course nothing can ever stay just how it is forever.”
    Nina LaCour, Hold Still

  • #23
    Roger Zelazny
    “I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.”
    Roger Zelazny, Frost & Fire

  • #24
    Sylvia Plath
    “The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #25
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man

  • #26
    “Crap.
    It's all crap.
    Living is crap.
    Life has no meaning.
    None. Nowhere to be found.
    Crap.
    Why doesn't anybody realize this?”
    K-Ske Hasegawa, Ballad of a Shinigami, Vol. 1

  • #27
    Ned Vizzini
    “(...) Since I was a kid."
    "Which you refer to as 'back when you were happy.'"
    "Right.”
    Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

  • #28
    Albert Camus
    “A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.”
    Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

  • #29
    John Fowles
    “To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.”
    John Fowles, The Magus

  • #30
    Ernest Hemingway
    “If my Valentine you won't be,
    I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.”
    Ernest Hemingway, 88 Poems



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