Author Archives: admin2

I’ve never bought this idea of taking a therapeutic distance. If I see a student or house staff cry, I take great faith in that. That’s a great person; they’re… Read more »

The kind of doctor I want is one who when he’s not examining me is home studying medicine.

Police boxes, tweed blazers and bow ties feel quite English, but I think that is one of his virtues, one of the strengths of ‘Doctor Who.’

I am a medical scientist, not a practical physician. I think it’s very upfront. I am a doctor. I have long experience with heart disease.

One has a greater sense of degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.

I have no regrets about being ‘Doctor Who’. It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

At university I had a big coloured scarf and people would often say, ‘All right, Doctor Who?’ And, I thought, I rather liked that notion.

Don’t just stand there, idiot. Call a doctor, and then help me find a nose.

Passion, you see, can be destroyed by a doctor. It cannot be created.

Medical decisions have been politicized. What doctor wants a state legislator in his consulting room?

Every viewer who ever turned on ‘Doctor Who’ has taken him into his heart. He belongs to all of us.

Music’s not like becoming a doctor, who can walk into a community and find people who need him.

I regret to this day that I never went to college. I feel I should have been a doctor.

Job-wise, I did have a moment of panic that I should have been a doctor a few years ago, but I hate when people vomit.

To finally get that call from the doctor that you’re pregnant and you’re having a baby…. It was just another world.

My doctor told me that I’m old, fat, and ugly, but none of those things is going to kill me immediately.

That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.

That’s another piece of advice: Don’t go to college; follow your dreams. Unless you’re a doctor – then go to college.

The doctor must have put my pacemaker in wrong. Every time my husband kisses me, the garage door goes up.

I’m 86 and my doctor used to tell me to slow down – at least he did until he dropped dead.