I was angry with myself because I still loved her, or at least I loved that dream of our togetherness. My feelings were unreasonable, irrational, and I couldn't change them. That hurt.

In writing, as in medicine, there are no short cuts. You need stamina.

The flip side of suicide is that it leaves a lingering question in the minds of the people who survived. Its like a cancer thats metastasized. The suicide is the cancer and the metastasis is all these people saying, Why? Why? Why?

I love to read poetry but I haven't written anything that I'm willing to show anybody.

I joke, but I only half joke, that if you come to one of our hospitals missing a limb, no one will believe you till they get a CAT scan, MRI, or orthopedic consult.

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

We are all fixing what is broken. It is the task of a lifetime. We'll leave much unfinished for the next generation.