One swallow is a coincidence, but two swallows make summer.

Cancer's life is a recapitulation of the body's life, its existence a pathological mirror of our own. Susan Sontag warned against overburdening an illness with metaphors. But this is not a metaphor. Down to their innate molecular core, cancer cells are hyperactive, survival-endowed, scrappy, fecund, inventive copies of ourselves.

In Paris, friend of Bequerel’s, a young physicist-chemist couple named Pierre and Marie Curie, began to scour the natural world for even more powerful chemical sources of X-rays. Pierre and Marie (then Maria Sklodowska, a penniless Polish immigrant living in a garret in Paris) had met at the Sorbonne and been drawn to each other because of a common interest in magnetism.

One swallow is a coincidence, but two swallows make summer.

A positive attitude does not cure cancer, any more than a negative one causes it.

I think the cardinal rule of learning to write is learning to read first. I learned to write by learning to read.

It was Disney World fused with Cancerland.