The desire to live could not be dictated to you. You could not be happy on command, whether the order was given by you or by someone else. The moments of happiness you knew came unbidden. You could understand their sources, but you could not reproduce them.

Edouard Levé, Suicide (translated by Jan Steyn)

In the daytime, people were barriers, dividing you up, preventing you from hearing what you listened to at night: the voice of your brain.

Edouard Levé, Suicide (translated by Jan Steyn)