“I am my hearts undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.”

“I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry.I cried because you wouldn't let me speak.I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine.I shone because I thought you loved me...”

“My reasons to liveWere my reasons to dieBut at least they were mineNow I've freedom unboundCut the laces of life”

“You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”

“It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.”

“Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors...Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat...What then was music created for?Was...”

“July 24, 6:03 A.M.The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a cliff...Michael Holzapfel knew what he was doing. He killed himself for...”

“A book is a suicide postponed.”

“How much can you really trust the promise of a suicidal father?”