— You're gonna lose, Mathilda. There's a round in the chamber, I heard it.
— So what? What's it to you if I end up with a bullet in the head, huh?
— Nothing.
— I hope you're not lying, Leon. I really hope that down deep inside there's no love in you. Cos if there is just a little bit of love in you for me, I think that in a few minutes you're gonna regret you never said anything. I love you, Leon.
I feel like committing suicide, but I've got so many problems, that wouldn't solve them all.
the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them.
— This phone call, it's...it's my note. It's what people do, don't they? Leave a note.
— Leave a note when?
— Goodbye, John.
— I can prove that you created an entirely false identity.
— Oh, just kill yourself. It's a lot less effort.
If only my life could be more like the movies. I want an angel to swoop down like he does to Jimmy Stewart... in It's a Wonderful Life and talk me out of suicide. I've always waited for that one moment of truth to set me free... and change my life forever. But he won't come. It doesn't happen that way. All the drugs, all the therapy... the fights, anger, guilt, Rafe, suicidal thoughts. All of that was part of some slow recovery process. The same way I went down, I came back up... gradually, and then suddenly.
— I want to kill myself.
— Fill this out.
“It was a good party, Mary,” he said.
“My last.”
“Don’t say that, my dear.”
“Why not? I’m tired of living, Ralph, and I’m going to stop.”Her hard eyes mocked.“Do you doubt me? For over seventy years I’ve done precisely what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it, so if Death thinks he’s the one to choose the time of my going, he’s very much mistaken. I’ll die when I choose the time, and no suicide, either. It’s our will to live keeps us kicking, Ralph; it isn’t hard to stop if we really want to. I’m tired, and I want to stop. Very simple.”