You can cite me for contempt, Your Honor. I don't care.
I don't persuade to suicide.
I don't enjoy good food. I don't enjoy flashy cars. I don't care if I live in a dump. I don't enjoy good clothes. This is the best I've dressed in months.
I didn't do this for other people; I did this for me. I fought for this right for me - does that sound selfish?
Five to six thousand people die every year waiting for organs, but nobody cares.
What are friends? Some people are nice. Some people aren't. There are some I'm fairly close with... we talk.
I will admit, like Socrates and Aristotle and Plato and some other philosophers, that there are instances where the death penalty would seem appropriate.
Maybe I won't stay out of prison. Who knows?
I will go to what they call a court. Only they call it a court.
My religion centers in different areas than what's considered conventional religion.
None of them want to delay. Understand that. None of them.
Not one has shown an iota of fear of death. They want to end this agony.
Rotten travesty. Yeah. Send me to jail for contempt. Try that. Go ahead.
She made the decision that her existence had lost its meaning. And you cannot judge that.
The American people are sheep. They're comfortable, rich, working. It's like the Romans, they're happy with bread and their spectator sports. The Super Bowl means more to them than any right.