I Always Said All My Life, If

I Hate To Say This, But I'll Repeat It: After Death, All We Know That You Do Is Stink.

If You Don't Have Liberty And Self-determination, You've Got Nothing, That's What This Is What This Country Is Built On. And This Is The Ultimate Self-determination, When You Determine How And When You're Going To Die When You're Suffering.

Well, Let's Take What People Think Is A Dignified Death. Christ - Was That A Dignified Death? Do You Think It's Dignified To Hang From Wood With Nails Through Your Hands And Feet Bleeding, Hang For Three Or Four Days Slowly Dying, With People Jabbing Spears Into Your Side, And People Jeering You? Do You Think That's Dignified? Not By A Long Shot. Had Christ Died In My Van With People Around Him Who Loved Him, The Way It Was, It Would Be Far More Dignified. In My Rusty Van.

I Suppose, If Helping A Patient Die Is Killing, I Suppose I'm A Killer.

The Single Worst Moment Of My Life... Was The Moment I Was Born.