I would prefer to believe that a market in fetal organs would empower women to use their reproductive capabilities to their own economic advantage.

I am grateful that I have rights in the proverbial public square - but, as a practical matter, my most cherished rights are those that I possess in my bedroom and hospital room and death chamber.

Even a poor tour guide is entitled to some happiness.

Be optimistic. Always put on clean underwear if you're going on a date.

Never make enemies of anyone younger or healthier than you are. They write your history.

While the visible victims may draw the headlines and attract indignant protests from so-called "pro-life" organizations, the invisible victims are people like you and me who will suffer from diseases that are never cured because funds are being poured down a healthcare sieve in order to maintain permanently-unconscious bodies on complex and costly forms of life support.

Such is the demographic paradox of a junior physician's relationship with his patients: I worry about how to extend their lives. This anxiety inevitably shortens my own.