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'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 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.

Education is a relentless voyage of discovery.

That's the thing about being a criminal, " Kat told her. "Nothing ever goes according to plan.

Fear is a state of mind. There is nothing real about it. Welcome it in, 60 seconds passes, and as your guest politely ask it to leave. It will leave every single time!!

We know accurately only when we know little, with knowledge doubt increases.

September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This is more than enough.

If you are not prepared to resign or be fired for what you believe in, then you are not a worker, let alone a professional. You are a slave.

More than anything else, I'd like to be an old man with a good face, like Hitchcock or Picasso.

It costs ten times more to govern us than it used to, and we are not governed one-tenth as good.

Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on.

Is not the truth the truth?