The wise man seeks little joys, knowing that life is long and that his quota of great joys … - William Feather

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I'm trying to knock the medical profession into accepting its responsibilities, and those responsibilities include assisting their patients with death.

William Feather

The wise man seeks little joys, knowing that life is long and that his quota of great joys is distinctly limited.

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I have won every argument I ever had with myself.

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That's what's inspiring to me-finding someplace where people haven't already seen themselves in a certain light.

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I don’t smoke, although it looks fantastic in films. But I light matches on those thinking blank nights when I crawl my route out onto the roof of the garage and the sky while my parents sleep innocent and the lonely cars move sparse on the faraway streets, when the pillow won’t stay cool and the blankets bother my body no matter how I move or lie still. I just sit with my legs dangling and light matches and watch them flicker away.

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