I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.

There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don't feel the same.

A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.

It is easy to slip into a parallel universe. There are so many of them: worlds of the insane, the criminal, the crippled, the dying, perhaps of the dead as well. These worlds exist alongside this world and resemble it, but are not in it.

With wild eyes that had seen freedom.

By the time we hit the streets they were silent and closed in on us, and they had assumed the Nonchalant Look, an expression that said, I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor. But they were, and we were their six lunatics, so we behaved like lunatics.

... now I was safe, now I was really crazy, and nobody could take me out of there.