“I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.”

“I'm a sick man. And the more I see, the sicker I get. I'm so sick I think everybody else is sick and I'm the only healthy person. That's bad off, isn't it?”

“I'm sick. It's passed down through my family. I am an addict. I'm sick.”

“I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T. V.
Tower.
I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?”

“I'm not afraid of death because I don't believe in it.
It's just getting out of one car, and into another.”

“I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays.”

“I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.”

“Your honor, it is over now. This has never been a case of trying to get free. I didn't ever want freedom. Frankly, I wanted death for myself. This was a case to tell the world that I did what I did not for reasons of hate, I hated no one. I know I was sick or evil, or both. Now I believe I was sick. The doctors have told me about my sickness and now I have some peace.”

“I'm sick and tired of always being sick and tired.”

“I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it.”