The Law Doesn't Create A Right.

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

I Will Go To What They Call A Court. Only They Call It A Court.

When History Looks Back, It Will Prove What I'll Die Knowing.

I Have No Regrets, None Whatsoever.

What Are Friends? Some People Are Nice. Some People Aren't. There Are Some I'm Fairly Close With... We Talk.