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

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.

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.

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 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.

Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.

You have been my friend... And that in itself is a tremendous thing.

Dreams keep the heart alive.

Only death can finish the fight, everything else only interrupts the fighting.

I like listening to the whole song. Like my father says, "If you can't pick the whole song, then why are you playing it?"

It is only the poor who pay cash, and that not from virtue, but because they are refused credit.

Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow, sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow.

We are the second oldest state in the Union because too many of our young people are leaving Pennsylvania. They are leaving Pennsylvania behind for opportunities elsewhere.

But the paparazzi are quite malicious and vocal and really rude, ... And they camped outside of my house, so I started throwing eggs at them, lobbing them at rocks next to them.

Everyone knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it.