“I won't be able to think. I won't be able to work. Nothing will interfere with your work like suicide”

“- I won't be able to think. I won't be able to work.- Nothing will interfere with your work like suicide.(Silence)- I dreamt that I went to the doctor's and she gave me eight minutes to live. I'd been sitting in the fucking waiting room for half an hour.(A long silence)- Okay, let's do it, let's do the drugs, let's do the chemical lobotomy, let's shut down the higher functions of my brain and perhaps I'll be a bit more fucking capable of living.Let's do it.”

“Your dad didn't die, so I won't be able to explain it to you.”

“If you set to work to believe everything, you will tire out the believing-muscles of your mind, and then you'll be so weak you won't be able to believe the simplest true things.”

“It's like if the music is loud enough I won't be able to listen to my own thoughts. ”

“What the hell am I doing...? Escape holding myself as a hostage...? I won't be able to make it like that...”