Silas Weir Mitchell refers to: (wikipedia)
I was in New York for a little while, doing some really bad theater. I did some great stuff, too, but there were Saturday morning theater performances in one-third-filled church basements. So, I paid my dues.
The arctic loneliness of age.
Up anchor! Up anchor! Set sail and away! The ventures of dreamland Are thine for a day.
He alone has lost the art to live who cannot win new friends.
Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.
Death's but one more to-morrow.
Medicine is only palliative. For behind disease lies the cause and this cause NO DRUG can reach.
There are those who suffer and grow strong; there are those who suffer and grow weak. This mystery of pain is still for me the saddest of earth's disabilities.
I think a really rich world to live in is where you're thinking in terms of human behavior and human types and not being super literal. In order to see the deeper truth, you need to break out of literal frame of mind.
You see people on the street, talking to themselves, and you're like, 'What are they talking about?' I'm interested in that.
