Eventually, I won the right to attend school, but the prejudice was still there.

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.

All she could see was her demise and it called out a tempting ruse, offering a suffering less potent than what sickened the living.

In the world of mulesThere are no rules.

Finishing books - and leaving the world you've created - is always a kind of emotionally wrenching experience. I usually cry.

You have strengths within your team every single year and sometimes they stay the same, sometimes they change.

I think I'm more demanding than any wife.

I really enjoy just hanging out at my house since I never get to be there.

Aeroplane journeys give me quiet time to read and sleep; it's like being unplugged from the earth.

After waiting four long years since the Lost CHIC Tapes were recovered, I'm finally putting out our first record. I'm like a child waiting for Christmas morning.

What's the point of prolonging your life if you don't enjoy it? It's your body. Do whatever you want with it. Better to wear out than rust over.

The responsibility of an artist is to be honest with themselves.