The only consolation, even for someone like him who had been a good man in bed, was sexual peace: the slow, merciful extinction of his venereal appetite. At eighty-one years of age he had enough...

We are formed by dust, when life ends, we shall we return as dust to the ground.

Our health care approaches squander billions on extravagant treatment regimes that end up accomplishing little, as a society we refuse to adopt the small, even tiny adjustments that could easily reduce the clawing uncertainties that...

Gomers are human beings who have lost what goes into being human beings. They want to die, and we will not let them.