|Dan Simmons (1948- )|
Bremen did not fantasize that the bullet entering his skull would free him...would send him to some other plane of existence. Neither he nor Gail had ever believed in any life but this one. But he did realize that the gun, that the single bullet, were instruments of release. His finger had found the trigger, and now Bremen knew with absolute certainty that the slightest additional pressure would bring an end to the bottomless chasm of sorrow that lay under even this brief flash of happiness. The slightest additional pressure would end forever the incessant encroachment of other people's thoughts that even now buzzed around the periphery of his consciousness like a million bluebottle flies around rotted meat.
--from The Hollow Man