Suicide (n.) is the crime of stealing sovereignty.
Suicide (n.) deserves a lifetime of work; no conduct is more beautiful or more worth careful thought.
Suicide (n.) was Roman when it was a political act and English when it was an illness: the English kill themselves in the very lap of happiness.
Suicide (n.) should be a recognized right, under decent conditions — Foucault imagined an institute where those who wished to die could spend a week in pleasure, perhaps on drugs, then vanish as if erased.
Suicide (n.) could end as a Socratic seminar: Thrasea Paetus sent everyone away but the Cynic Demetrius, and died in a dialogue on the immortality of the soul.
Suicide (n.) is the sage's version of the choice offered the unborn: having seen the whole world from above, marvels and sorrows together, he alone is free to decide whether to stay.
Suicide (n.) became theatre for Thrasea Paetus, a private remake of Socrates' death: he dismissed his household one by one, and the last face he saw as the poison worked was his philosopher, Demetrius.
Suicide (n.) was once a crime — a usurpation of the sovereign's power of death — and became one of the first astonishments of a society whose power had taken on the task of administering life.