"Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning."
"On the day I swore to uphold the Hippocratic oath, the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I waited for lightning to strike. Who was I, vowing calmly among all these necktied young men to steal life out of nature's jaws, every old time we got half a chance and a paycheck?... I could not accept the contract: that every child born human upon this earth comes with a guarantee of perfect health and old age clutched in its small fist."
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Source: Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.436, Faber & Faber
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