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

The crookedness of the serpent is still straight enough to slide through the snake hole.

Patients know in a heartbeat if they're getting a clumsy exam.

You live it forward, but understand it backward.

There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed-

No matter what ailed you, you went to see the barber surgeon who wound up cupping you, bleeding you, purging you. And, oh yes, if you wanted, he would give you a haircut and pull your tooth while he was at it.

God will judge us, Mr. Harris, by--by what we did to relieve the suffering of our fellow human beings. I don't think God cares what doctrine we embrace.