The illness and the untimely death of my brothers has made me conscious of the fact that - rather than just think about it - it's crucial that you do today what you want to do.

I think to have the skill set and the ability to physically help others in matters of life and death must be incredibly empowering.

When the courts decide that murderers rapists and others who maliciously break our social contract deserve health care that most working Americans can't afford they are condemning good people to death.

I am politically pro-choice but personally pro-life. I have my faith but refuse to force it on the world at large - especially this world so brutal and unjust. I cannot make these wrenching personal life and death decisions for others - nor do I believe they should be made by a church run by childless men.

Only those who spread treachery fire and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity.

If some persons died and others did not die death would be a terrible affliction.

All violence consists in some people forcing others under threat of suffering or death to do what they do not want to do.

Our life is made by the death of others.

I know not what others may choose but as for me give me liberty or give me death.

Personally I would be delighted if there were a life after death especially if it permitted me to continue to learn about this world and others if it gave me a chance to discover how history turns out.

Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it Almighty God! I know not what course others may take but as for me give me liberty or give me death!

If physical death is the price that I must pay to free my white brothers and sisters from a permanent death of the spirit then nothing can be more redemptive.

The learned are not agreed as to the time when the Gospel of John was written some dating it as early as the year 68 others as late as the year 98 but it is generally conceded to have been written after all the others.

I think if I could have a boyfriend like my brothers I'd be really happy. But without the brother thing.

Real magic in relationships means an absence of judgment of others.

I grew up in a big Irish Catholic family. My dad was a pretty rough guy. So one of my brothers left home when he was 15 and found his way to the gym. It gave me the opportunity to go and spend some time with him and work out in the gym.

I've hung out at dozens of playgrounds bored out of my mind with not even a look of comfort from disapproving mothers all around me. Either they think I'm a pedophile or a deadbeat dad. That's what I get for being a single dad - suspicious looks at the playground.