It wouldn’t be the first time his sharp tongue had cut his own throat.

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.

If I had a razor, I'd cut your throat — just to see what ran out of it.

That one is so sharp he will cut himself.

Why would anyone (referring to the Tibetans) choose self-immolation to take their own life? That is weird. Why self-immolation? I do not get it.

In wanting to kill himself, a man wants only to kill his consciousness of pain. I think therefore I am; therefore if I am not, I cannot think.

Once I tried to kill myself with a bungee cord. I kept almost dying.

So he was deserted. The whole world was clamouring: Kill yourself, kill yourself, for our sakes. But why should he kill himself for their sakes? Food was pleasant; the sun hot; and this killing oneself, how does one set about it, with a table knife, uglily, with floods of blood, - by sucking a gaspipe? He was too weak; he could scarcely raise his hand. Besides, now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.

It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

108. A Fool’s Tongue is long enough to cut his own Throat.

I could never kill myself. I approve of suicide if you have horrible health. Otherwise it's the ultimate hissy fit.

The idea of killing himself was now more real to him than it had ever been, and he understood for the first time how it is that men can prefer extinction to the continuation of agonizing mental pain. He simply must somehow stop himself from suffering in this way. A guilt about Sophie roved sharply inside him and a cinematograph in his head re-enacted and re-enacted certain scenes. He must, he thought, now somehow switch himself off or else move on into some new and even more awful mode of being.

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I’m hung up on it.

Where were we? I've forgotten.
He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.
Right. Yes. The usual choices.