Hormones Are Nature's Three Bottles Of Beer.

To Me, Nasa Is Kind Of The Magical Kingdom. I Was Sort Of A Geek, And You Go There, And There Are Just These Wondrously Strange Things And People.

Sexual Desire Is A State Not Unlike Hunger.

Sharing A Room With A Cadaver Is Only Mildly Different From Being In A Room Alone. They Are The Same Sort Of Company As People Across From You On Subways Or In Airport Lounges, There But Not There. Your Eyes Keep Going Back To Them, For Lack Of Anything More Interesting To Look At, And Then You Feel Bad For Staring.

In My Experience, The Most Staunchly Held Views Are Based On Ignorance Or Accepted Dogma, Not Carefully Considered Accumulations Of Facts. The More You Expose The Intricacies And Realtities Of The Situation, The Less Clear-cut Things Become.

One Young Woman's Tribute Describes Unwrapping Her Cadaver's Hands And Being Brought Up Short By The Realization That The Nails Were Painted Pink. "the Pictures In The Anatomy Atlas Did Not Show Nail Polish", She Wrote. "did You Choose The Color? Did You Think That I Would See It? I Wanted To Tell You About The Inside Of Your Hands. I Want You To Know You Are Always There When I See Patients. When I Palpate An Abdomen, Yours Are The Organs I Imagine. When I Listen To A Heart, I Recall Holding Your Heart.