Despite the solace of hypocritical religiosity and its seductive promise of an after-life of heavenly bliss, most of us will do anything to thwart the inevitable victory of biological death.

I'd find it demeaning to be cleaning toilets.

My aim in helping the patient was not to cause death. My aim was to end suffering. It's got to be decriminalized.

The public has no power. The government knows I'm not a criminal. The parole board knows I'm not a criminal. The judge knows I'm not a criminal.

Rotten travesty. Yeah. Send me to jail for contempt. Try that. Go ahead.

I would not want to live with a tube in my neck and not be able to move a finger. I wouldn't - that to me is not life.

I hate to say this, but I'll repeat it: After death, all we know that you do is stink.

My intent was to carry out my duty as a doctor, to end their suffering. Unfortunately, that entailed, in their cases, ending of the life.

I have a natural right to do whatever I want with my body as long as it doesn't affect anybody else or any other property.

I knew I was getting into one of the most illegal things in the world. It was the right thing to do.

In quixotically trying to conquer death doctors all too frequently do no good for their patients' ease but at the same time they do harm instead by prolonging and even magnifying patients' dis-ease.

Follow your dreams even when they're out of reach~

We got a new song called 'Ashes in Your Mouth,' and it is NOT about a joint falling apart.

Being a pianist allows me to play in any language.

I'm in touch with the social networks and stuff.

Home Depot knows 'the more they help, the more they sell'-oh by the way, for the 'bottom liners' who disagree-it's also vice-versa.

Before I can accept someone's help, I must accept their presence.

I saw men whom thirty years had changed but slightly; but their wives had grown old. These were good women; it is very wearing to be good.

Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

Sometimes sentiments were better left in song.

I am risking my life for my work, and half my reason has gone.