“Heaven would never be heaven without you.”

“Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.”

“Let this hell be our heaven.”

“If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.”

“Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadnt. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.”

“Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rationalize, explain away. I could only re-experience with total cognizance, unprotected by pretense...”

“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?”