“Alan! How many more times do I have to tell you? We do not say “see you soon” to customers when they leave our shop. We say “goodbye”, because they won’t be coming back, ever. When will you get that into your thick head?”

“Oh no!’ replies Monsieur Tuvache indignantly. ‘We’re not murderers, you know. You have to understand that’s prohibited. We supply what is needed but people do the deed themselves. It’s their affair. We are just here to offer a service by selling quality products,’ continues the shopkeeper, leading the customer towards the checkout.”

“She leaves, carrying a biodegradable carrier bag that reads THE SUICIDE SHOP on one side, and on the other: HAS YOUR LIFE BEEN A FAILURE? LET’S MAKE YOUR DEATH A SUCCESS!”

“Life is the way it is. It’s worth what it’s worth! It does its best, within its limitations. We mustn’t ask too much of life, either. Nor should we want to suppress it!”

“Perché mi chiamate ladro? Per qualche miserabile furto? Per qualche miserabile crimine? Se, come voi, avessi avuto un esercito per masscrare I popoli e saccheggiare le ricchezze altrui, mi chiamereste maestà!”

“HAS YOUR LIFE BEEN A FAILURE? LET’S MAKE YOUR DEATH A SUCCESS!”

“Gli astri non credono a niente!" dicono con le loro stridule vocine gli uomini della terra. "Per fortuna ci siamo noi che crediamo in loro!"Solo noi astri sappiamo che il cielo è vuoto!", risponde con il suo vocione la luna che fugge via nel vuoto.”