Antonin Artaud Quotes

[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.

Thinking about suicide is a potent consolation: it helps us to get through many a bad night.

Psychologically, I will not have to seek far if I decide to kill myself, because in my mind and heart I am more ready for this than for the unplanned daily tribulations that mark off the mornings and afternoons.

I'm not glorifying it at all, I'm just basically telling you that sometimes I have suicidal thoughts. And maybe I should seek help, or maybe it's not that deep.

Actually, it was only part of myself I wanted to kill: the part that wanted to kill herself, that dragged me into the suicide debate and made every window, kitchen implement, and subway station a rehearsal for tragedy.

They'll just cut our wrists like Cheap coupons and say that death Was on sale today.

It seemed to me the way it must feel to people who cut themselves on purpose. Not pretty, but clean. Not good, but void of regret. I was trying to heal. Trying to get the bad out of my system so I could be good again. To cure me of myself.

I can't get my wrists to bleed, just don't know why suicide appeals to me.

I couldn't commit suicide if my life depended on it.

We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

On average, since the urge to kill myself isn't so strong that I actually kill myself, the world is worth living in.

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.

Each way to suicide is its own: intensely private, unknowable, and terrible. Suicide will have seemed to its perpetrator the last and best of bad possibilities, and any attempt by the living to chart this final terrain of life can be only a sketch, maddeningly incomplete

It wasn't until '94 when I tried to commit suicide that I realized that it wasn't about the money.

I realize now I didn't really want to die. I just wanted to stop the hurt and pain.

Early on, if I was alone two three nights in a row, I'd start writing poems about suicide.

I never tried to kill myself or anything.

Nine men in ten are would be suicides.

There was a moment in my life when I really wanted to kill myself. And there was one other moment when I was close to that. But even in my most jaded times, I had some hope.

All healthy men have thought of their own suicide

I'm glad that I never ended up killing myself, though I came close more times than I would like to admit.

It takes away a lot of the thrill of killing yourself when people are looking for you and you're disappointing them, because it is a lot of fun when you're out there killing yourself.

Blood transforms the warm bath water and, in it, I see weakly that this was a mistake. The razor's cut is not deep, nevertheless the blood rushes out happily in the warm water as if kin to it, the same tender substance. Rising a new person transformed with an icy sense of error I go to the sink and turn on cold water which is not friendly to blood. The cut is deeper than imagined.

I am perfectly confident that I could never adequately convey to any other human being the precise reasons why I continue to refrain from suicide - the reasons, that is, why I still find existence enough of a compensation to atone for its dominantly burthensome quality.