I stay way from that area and there's only so many songs you can write about love sex and death.

I'm not supposed to be able to speak clearly and decipher what's going on in the media. I'm supposed to be the typical amateur who's 22 and scared to death and can't believe he won the Olympics.

The miser starving his brother's body starves also his own soul and at death shall creep out of his great estate of injustice poor and naked and miserable.

Nobody with an IQ higher than emergency-room temperature could ever believe that 'death panels' would be appointed to nudge the elderly toward euthanasia. Yet for idle entertainment it's hard to beat Sarah Palin's ignorant nattering on the subject.

I'm trying to knock the medical profession into accepting its responsibilities and those responsibilities include assisting their patients with death.

There's stuff I don't like to rehearse really emotional things I don't like to rehearse. You just beat it to death.

I hate to say this but I'll repeat it: After death all we know that you do is stink.

You've gotta know what death is to know life!

If Christ can die in a barn I think the death of a human in a van is not so bad.

Not one has shown an iota of fear of death. They want to end this agony.