I am grateful that I have rights in the proverbial public square - but, as a practical matter, my most cherished rights are those that I possess in my bedroom and hospital room and death chamber.

Nothing sells tombstones like a Girl Scout in uniform.

If God wanted teenagers to be abstinent, puberty would begin at twenty.

Choose old people for enemies. They die. You win.

If freedom means anything at all, it is the right to primacy in regard to sexuality, reproduction, medical care and death.

Be optimistic. Always put on clean underwear if you're going on a date.

This is how most stories end in the hospital. Not with crash carts and sirens and electric shocks to the chest, but with an empty room, a crisp white bed, silence.