Here’s what I think: the only reason I’m not ordinary is that no one else sees me that way.

I actually like how doctors talk. I like the sound of science. I like how words you don't understand explain things you can't understand.

There are always going to be jerks in the world . . . [but] there are more good people on this earth than bad people, and the good people watch out for each other and take care of each other.

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they've died. They're like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs. Only instead of being made of stone, they're made out of the memories people have of you.

I won't describe what I look like. Whatever you're thinking, it's probably worse.

Don’t be friends with jerks.

Some things you just can't explain. You don't even try. You don't know where to start. All your sentences would jumble up like a giant knot if you opened your mouth. Any words you used would come out wrong.