It Is The Mind That Speaks A

It Is Astounding To Me, And Achingly Sad, That With Eighty Thousand People On The Waiting List For Donated Hearts And Livers And Kidneys, With Sixteen A Day Dying There On That List, That More Then Half Of The People In The Position H's Family Was In Will Say No, Will Choose To Burn Those Organs Or Let Them Rot. We Abide The Surgeon's Scalpel To Save Our Own Lives, Out Loved Ones' Lives, But Not To Save A Stranger's Life. H Has No Heart, But Heartless Is The Last Thing You'd Call Her.

People Are Vomiting Unrealistically In Movies, And Something Must Be Done About It.

All Good Research-whether For Science Or For A Book-is A Form Of Obsession.

Bodily Fluids And Solids Are Universally The Most Disgusting Things We As Human Beings Can Come Upon, But As Long As They Are Inside Us, It's Part Of You.

I Walk Up And Down The Rows. The Heads Look Like Rubber Halloween Masks. They Also Look Like Human Heads, But My Brain Has No Precedent For Human Heads On Tables Or In Roasting Pans Or Anywhere Other Than On Top Of A Human Bodies, And So I Think It Has Chosen To Interpret The Sight In A More Comforting Manner. - Here We Are At The Rubber Mask Factory. Look At The Nice Men And Woman Working On The Masks.