Before Sylvia Plath turned on her oven to commit suicide, she left bread and butter and milk in the bedroom where her two children were sleeping.

Boethius was executed by having a thong inexorably tightened about his temples.

According to medieval legend, his pupils stabbed John Scotus Erigena to death with their pens.

At twenty, Bach made a pilgrimage of more than two hundred miles, on foot, to hear Buxtehude play the organ.

Not one of Thomas Hardy's first three novels sold more than twenty copies.

Matisse, questioned about green flesh: I am not painting a woman. I am painting a picture.

Horace dictated that a writer should set aside a finished poem for nine years. And only then decide if it's worth publishing.

Catherine Blake: I have very little of Mr Blake's company. He's always in Paradise.

Bertrand Russell, re having contemplated suicide at sixteen: I did not, however, commit suicide, because I wished to know more about mathematics.

Legend says that Hesiod was murdered because of seducing a friend's dauhgter, who had then hanged herself. And that when his corpse was discarded at sea it was brought back by dolphins.

Seneca, Lucan and Petronius were all ordered to commit suicide by Nero. Each open a vein. Lcan was twenty-five. He recited his own verses as he bled to death.

I do not believe in God, though I believe in Picasso, said Diego Rivera.

From Rabelais's will: I have nothing. I owe much. The rest I leave to the poor.

Nietzsche lost his reason because he thought too much. I do not think and therefore cannot go bad. Said Nijinksy, mad.

October 7, 1849. At forty, in Baltimore. Filthy, starving, drunk and/or with delirium tremens, crying out at unseen creatures.

Tanaquil Le Clercq. Performing major roles for Balanchine at seventeen. And in a wheelchair from polio not ten years later.

In the decade before his death, Ad Reinhardt painted nothing but black canvasses.

Franz Marc was killed by a grenade at Verdun.

Though I never saw him, or had any personal communication with him, now that he is suddenly dead I realise that he was nearer, dearer, and more important to me than anyone else. Said Tolstoy of Dostoevsky.

Oscar Wilde said that Henry James composed novels as if it were a painful duty.

The poems of Catullus were lost for a millennium. Tradition has it that the single manuscript discovered in Verona in the fourteenth century had been used to stop a bunghole.

It is my general impression that the editors of the Partisan Review are capable, educated, intelligent, but have nothing to say. Said Leon Trotsky.

I couldn't read it. The human mind isn't that complex. Said Einstein, returning a Kafka to Thomas Mann.

According to legend, Li Po drowned when he fell out of a boat, drunk, leaning to kiss a reflection of the moon.

Nirvana means without wind, or blown out. In the sense that desire no longer exists.

Ancient rumour insisted, seemingly wrongly, that Euripdes was killed by dogs set at him by a rival playwright.

Avicenna studied Aristotle's Metaphysics so exhaustively and for so long that when he believed he finally understood it he handed out gifts to the poor in celebration.

Tertullian has it that Democritus deliberately blinded himself in old age by staring into the sun. So as not to suffer the sight of beautiful women he could no longer possess.

Thomas Mann's definition of a writer. Someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.

Is Noah's drunkenness the earliest anywhere taken note of?

A person who has not made his great contribution to science before the age of thirty will never do so, Einstein said.

Dear Sir, – I am in a Madhouse & quite forget your Name or who you are. You must excuse me for I have nothing to comnunicate or tell you of & why I am shut up I don't know I have nothing to say so I conclude Yours respectfully John Clare.

I guess maybe there are two kinds of writers, writers who write stories and writers who write writing. Said Raymond Chandler.

Sculpture is what you bump into when you back up to look at a painting. Said Barnett Newman.

Lucia Joyce, institutionalised, when told of her father's death: What's he doing underground, that idiot?

Matthew 27:3-5 says Judas hanged himself.

Was Peter Warlock the only serious composer who ever committed suicide? Tchaikovsky and Schumann and Hugo Wolf having tried, but unsuccessfully.

Van Gogh shot himself in the chest. And then walked home and took two days to die.

from David Markson's Reader's Block