AIDS can destroy a family if you let it, but luckily for my sister and me, Mom taught us to keep going. Don't give up, be proud of who you are, and never feel sorry for yourself.

Rumors of sneezing, kissing, tears, sweat, and saliva spreading AIDS caused people to panic.

My name is Ryan White. I am sixteen years old. I have hemophilia, and I have AIDS.

Because of the lack of education on AIDS, discrimination, fear, panic, and lies surrounded me.

I believe in myself as I look forward to graduating from Hamilton Heights High School in 1991.

Listening to medical facts was not enough. People wanted one hundred percent guarantees.

I was labeled a troublemaker, my mom an unfit mother, and I was not welcome anywhere.

Most recently my battle has been against AIDS and the discrimination surrounding it.

On December 17, 1984, I had surgery to remove two inches of my left lung due to pneumonia. After two hours of surgery the doctors told my mother I had AIDS.

Financial hardships were rough on us, even though Mom had a good job at G.M.

I came face to face with death at thirteen years old.

The accumulation of grief over one lifetime is more then one heart can bear."Robert explained."Only the heartless could withstand more.Or the very young, those too naive to truly understand loss.

[asked if his suicide attempt was a cry for help]No. I told no one. You only cry for help if you believe that there's help to cry for.

An Anarchist is anyone who denies the necessity and legitimacy of government; the question of his methods of attacking it is foreign to the definition.

We live in a modern world, and in contemporary music the central fact is contamination. Not the contamination of disease but the contamination of musical styles. If you find this in me, that is good.

I think the Chinese will say the hell with you and pull their money out of the United States. That's the end of our wars.

I've thought of the last line of some poems for years and tried them out, It wouldn't work because the last line was much too beautiful for the poem.

Oh, yes, that feels so good," I moaned, and instead of punching Ian, pulled him closer. Breath tickled my neck as he laughed. "I know. I'm truly gifted.

My relationship with God is as strong as the time and energy I put into connecting with God.

Lust should be stifled, for it cannot lead to truth.

We are stripped bare by the curse of plenty.