No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen words of a spiteful son.

Not only our actions, but also our omissions, become our destiny.

Wasn't that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted

I believe in black holes. I believe that as the universe empties into nothingness, past and future will smack together in the last swirl around the drain.

Certainly when I got to medical school, I had role models of the kind of physicians I wanted to be. I had an uncle who, looking back, was probably not the most-educated physician around but he carried it off so well.

We know the average American physician interrupts their patient in 14 seconds.

What did it say when a man had fewer clothes than books?