I would not want to live with a tube in my neck and not be able to move a finger. I wouldn't - that to me is not life.

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.

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.

If a man is terrified, it's up to me to dispel that terror.

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

This is not a trial. This is a lynching. There is no law.

Dying is not a crime.