Chuck Barris Quotes

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

A lot of people want to die for a lot of reasons.

Here lies a nuisance dedicated to sanity.

Killing yourself is a major commitment, it takes a kind of courage. Most people just lead lives of cowardly desperation. It's kinda half suicide where you just dull yourself with substances.

People are too durable, that's their main trouble. They can do too much to themselves, they last too long.

The counterpart of the suicide is the seeker; but the difference between them is slight.

Be happy or die.

My mind still wants to do everything; my body can't anymore. My mind would want to continue until I was 100.

Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.

To survive the day is triumph enough for the walking wounded among the great many of us.

Please don't kill me!

Be prepared to do whatever you have to do. If you get put in a situation where your back is up against the wall let your gun go off.

Son, are you happy? I don't mean to pry, but do you dream of Heaven? Have you ever wanted to die?

The one in front of the gun lives forever

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

...I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.

We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.

We're never gonna survive unless we go a little crazy.

Once released from life, having lost it in such violence, I couldn’t calculate my steps. I didn’t have time for contemplation. In violence it is the getting out that you concentrate on. When you begin to go over the edge, life receding from you as a boat recedes inevitably from the shore, you hold on to death tightly, like a rope that will transport you, and you swing out on it, hoping to land away from where you are.

Why don't you pass the gun around and give everyone a shot.

There are men with guns up there. When they see me, they will kill me, if they can," I tell my father quietly. I search his eyes. "Should I let them?" He stares at me for a few seconds. "Go," he says, "and God help you.

I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.

I never felt like dying was a good idea.

When it all comes down to dust I will kill you if I must , I will help you if I can. When it all comes down to dust I will help you if I must, I will kill you if I can.