I've never gotten over high school, to the extent that I'm still a little surprised that my friends want to hang out with me.

My worst nightmare is being stuck somewhere with nothing to read.

On the day I swore to uphold the Hippocratic oath, the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I waited for lightning to strike. Who was I, vowing calmly among all these necktied young men to steal life out of nature's jaws, every old time we got half a chance and a paycheck?... I could not accept the contract: that every child born human upon this earth comes with a guarantee of perfect health and old age clutched in its small fist.

Honk if you love Jesus, text while driving if you want to meet up.

This is how Americans think. You believe that if something terrible happens to someone, they must have deserved it.

Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work - that goes on, it adds up.

Pure and unblemished souls must taste very bland, with an aftertaste of bitterness.