I'm collateral damage. I'm road kill. And in 72 hours, nobody is going to remember who I am nor are they going to care.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I suppose, if helping a patient die is killing, I suppose I'm a killer.
I thought I was going to be killed. The casualties were so heavy, it was just a given. I learned to take each day, each mission, as it came. That's an attitude I've carried into my professional life. I take each case, each job, as it comes.
I've always been somebody who's acutely aware of my mortality.
I'm a fatalist.
I don't know, 53 years with the same human being? I can't be around myself for more than three or four hours before I want to kill everybody.
I'm not a villain, I've never hurt anyone. I'm just a tawdry character who explodes now and again.
I know I will die in a car crash.
My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.
It is sensible of me to be aware that I will die one of these days. I will not 'pass away.'
I have not killed anyone. They will not let me.