The Medici created and destroyed me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My mother brought me magicians and witches, because I was very ugly, really revolting. So she thought somebody had put a spell on me - this is the truth - so she made me drink some horrible terrifying potions, for year.
Medicine, the only profession that labors incessantly to destroy the reason for its existence.
I knew at university that medicine was just not for me. I saved many lives by not being a doctor!
Tibetan Buddhism had an enormous impact on me.
I was treated with a miracle drug, just like Lance Armstrong.
This familiarity with a respected physician and my appreciation of his work, or the tragedy I experienced with the long, tormented agony and death of my mother might have influenced me in wanting to study medicine. It was not the case.
What nourishes me also destroys me.
My parents wanted me to be a doctor. So I took up science, but then realised that my heart was not in it at all. The thought of treating ailing people was very depressing.
Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
Medicine ended up being the best thing I ever did for my writing.