Perhaps he didn’t commit suicide then because he couldn’t conceive of a method that fit the pure and intense feelings he had toward death. But method was beside the point. If there had been a door within reach that led straight to death, he wouldn’t have hesitated to push it open, without a second thought, as if were just a part of ordinary life. For better or worse, though, there was no such door nearby.
Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki