What Can You Say About A Twenty-five-year-old

The ‘equilibrium’ That People See In Me Is Really An Illusion. I Am As Flawed As Anyone. It’s Only That I Seem To Have The Knack Of Hiding.

Her Handwriting Was Curious — Small Sharp Little Letters With No Capitals (who Did She Think She Was, E. E. Cummings?).

What Term Do You Employ When You Speak Of Your Progenitor?" I Answered With The Term I'd Always Wanted To Employ. "sonovabitch." "to His Face?" She Asked. "i Never See His Face." "he Wears A Mask?" "in A Way, Yes. Of Stone. Of Absolute Stone.

Sometimes I Ask Myself What Would I Be If Jenny Were Alive. And Then I Answer : I Would Also Be Alive." - Oliver.

We Have Turned Doctors Into Gods And Worship Their Deity By Offering Up Our Bodies And Our Souls - Not To Mention Our Worldly Goods. And Yet Paradoxically, They Are The Most Vulnerable Of Human Beings. Their Suicide Rate Is Eight Times The National Average. Their Percentage Of Drug Addiction Is One Hundred Times Higher And Because They Are Painfully Aware That They Cannot Live Up To Our Expectations, Their Anguish Is Unquantifiably Intense. They Have Aptly Been Called 'wounded Healers.' " ~ Barney Livingston, M.d. (doctors, 1989)