That is the strangeness of language: it crosses the boundaries of the body, is at once inside and outside, and it sometimes happens that we don't notice the threshold has been crossed.

That is the strangeness of language: it crosses the boundaries of the body, is at once inside and outside, and it sometimes happens that we don't notice the threshold has been crossed.

Depression is when you think there's nothing to be done. Fortunately I always think there's something to be done.

Like countless first-year medical students, immersed in the symptoms of one disease after another, I am alert to the tingles and pangs, the throbs and quivers of my mortal body, each one of which is potentially a sign of the end.

Men generally do not see women as competition.

There is no future without a past, because what is to be cannot be imagined except as a form of repetition.

There's a phenomenology of being sick, one that depends on temperament, personal history, and the culture which we live in.