Suicide Is Not A Blot

If I Can't Feel, If I Can't Move, If I Can't Think, And I Can't Care, Then What Conceivable Point Is There In Living?

The Assumption That Rigidly Rejecting Words And Phrases That Have Existed For Centuries Will Have Much Impact On Public Attitudes Is Rather Dubious.

I Look Back Over My Shoulder And Feel The Presence Of An Intense Young Girl And Then A Volatile And Disturbed Young Woman, Both With High Dreams And Restless, Romantic Aspirations

Suicide Is Not A Blot On Anyone’s Name; It Is A Tragedy

Love Has, At Its Best, Made The Inherent Sadness Of Life Bearable, And Its Beauty Manifest.