You see the worst of the worst when you are in medicine. We all thought the worst, initially. You live with your mortality.

I am just shocked by the number of people who have been touched by cancer. I am committed to doing something for the cause.

There were a lot of sunburned heads that day.

I've been studying this for more than 20 years. This is not 'alternative medicine.' We are inducing a fever, as though we were giving the patient malaria or a bad case of the flu.

We were that generation called ''silent,'' but we were silent neither, as some thought, because we shared the period's official optimism nor, as others thought, because we feared its official repression. We were silent because the exhilaration of social action seemed to many of us just one more way of escaping the personal, of masking for a while that dread of the meaningless which was man's fate.

But then I thought it was because she was in rehab.