Showing posts with label Writer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writer. Show all posts

Friday, July 17, 2009

Jose Rizal

Consummatum Est (it is finished)


This last words were those of Jesus Christ before he got shot at Bagumbayan

Jose Rizal, December 30, 1896

Virginia Woolf

I feel certain that I'm going mad again. I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices


Suicide note

Virginia Woolf March 28, 1941

Hunter S. Thompson

"Football Season Is Over."
No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax This won't hurt.


Hunter left the note for his wife, Anita. He shot himself four days later at his home in Aspen, Colo., after weeks of pain from a host of physical problems that included a broken leg and a hip replacement.

The writer's ashes were blown into the sky in Woody Creek, Colo., amid fireworks on Aug. 20.


Hunter S. Thompson, February, 2005

Monday, July 13, 2009

Robert E. Howard

All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.


Suicide note.

Robert E. Howard June 11, 1936