I look for mystery and try to decipher it while knowing it is an impossible task. I look for memory, where Mystery lies.

We all have to go through the tumbler a few times before we can emerge as a crystal.

The ultimate lesson all of us have to learn is unconditional love, which includes not only others but ourselves as well.

How do the geese know when to fly to the sun?

I've told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation.

Dying is something we human beings do continuously, not just at the end of our physical lives on this earth.

We have to ask ourselves whether medicine is to remain a humanitarian and respected profession or a new but depersonalized science in the service of prolonging life rather than diminishing human suffering.