"You cannot force me to laugh, you won't be able to. I want to show you that I am here
against my will and that I despise your world of nothings. When I do not eat, you cannot do anything.
And that annoys you to the verge of madness, doesn't it? To see that I can live without your sex, without
your food you shove into my crazy cell, without all the worldly things you think I need to not be insane."

"I hate those who say I'm hurting them by letting myself die. They don't love me, that's not how you love.
It is forbidden to dispose of yourself as you please miss, you do not belong to yourself, your body belongs to us."

"What crime have I committed? Refusing the world: a crime punishable by life imprisonment. They manipulate me
like a mere collection of bones, devoid of all thought, all feeling."

"..torture consists of making you live against your will. Isn't it more terrible than stealing your life when you want to keep it?"

"Don't worry, it'll pass! That's what they say, isn't it? Awareness never ends. Mine won't end; I don't want to become like you,
passive, idiotic, stubborn. I too am passive, idiotic, stubborn, but in a different way than you. I'm not afraid of your words,
I'm not afraid of this death that you dread so much! Look at yourselves trembling before the threat of this obvious truth!"

"They won't have me entirely, they won't have my voice, nor my thoughts, nothing... yet they already possess
my body, my freedom, despite everything they monopolize a part of my mind."

"You don't like it when I'm sad? What if I like it?"

"Often solitude has a taste of unhappiness and abandonment, it leaves a bitter taste in the throat. But every flavor has its
disadvantages, doesn't it? Solitude never forces you to do anything; with it, there are no constraints, no misunderstandings."

"The wall stares at me like a challenge, white, pure, innocent. No, I don't want to sleep surrounded by four panels of hate.
I want them to find me dead in this bed..."

"I fell asleep amongst their misunderstandings, amidst a universe of hatred and vengeance. I'm not afraid since everything
will lead me, without a doubt, to death. I look forward to experiencing it. Some say she is a wrinkled old woman, I know she
is beautiful, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, only her presence will have the power to make me forget these walls,
this darkness, this horror..."

"Yes, you have succeeded in locking me up, but you will not have me. It makes no difference to me whether I die here or outside,
nothing can prevent me from joining death. It awaits me and I will come to join it. You will be able to do nothing about it."

"I'm not going back to their filthy, well-trodden, perfectly reasonable path, where everything is planned!
Do you hear me? I won't go!"

"I don't want to destroy myself for others, I don't want to do anything for them. I mustn't think anymore, it hurts too much.
I'll end up giving in, and I don't want that. I'm going to dream, imagine myself free. Free to wonder the streets, convincing
myself of the world's ugliness. How easy it is to sink into denial, but it doesn't matter. Just a dream, just a dream. They, on
the other hand, are sinking deep into corruption, blackmail and indifference."

"I don't want to hear those hoarse, enraged screams anymore, those sounds of chairs being pulled, bodies being forced. I want to be
wicked, selfish and stubborn. I have only one goal: to persevere and die in this asylum. They won't have their 'thing' anymore; they
will be guilty. Only I know; nothing can touch them. I will go to my mistress, and they will remain in their miserable world!"


"Another tray arrives. I don’t look.
I don’t move. I don’t exist.
They won’t get me.
I whisper it like a prayer, like a charm against evil.
They won’t get me.”