…..the goddamn struggle it is to keep people from stepping all over you, to keep your place in line among the sharp elbows, to shout as loud or louder than everyone around you just to make yourself heard—i'm so tired of it, sick to my bones of it all, this is what it means to be a human being, this is what it means to live a human life, christ, fuck, you can keep it, here, i'll open a vein and you can have it right back, give me the right bottle of pills and i'll give you my life in exchange, i never wanted it, you can have it, you can shove it up your ass, what's that, no?, you won't do it, you won't take it back, it's a precious gift you say, you bastards, you bullshit artists, you malevolent fascist propagandists, this isn't life it's a life sentence, this is a Potemkin Village and i'm not a village idiot, i'm no true believer, you know as well as i do why you won't take it back, suicide is a crime against the state, a sin against the status quo, it's a revolutionary act, it's an act of terror, it's the one existential freedom the individual has left, the only one you can't effectively take away, it's the ultimate right of refusal, the right to say no, this right to self-immolation, the suicide is more than a revolutionary, more than a terrorist and freedom fighter, the suicide is a saint. 

—Kathy Acker