Not only can consumers handle their personal genetic information, but they are getting genomically oriented and anchored about such data.

The stethoscope for listening to the heart is over. It's obsolete.

The digital world has been in a separate orbit from our medical cocoon, and it's time the boundaries be taken down.

The ability to diagnose an imminent heart attack has long been considered the holy grail of cardiovascular medicine.

Where today people surf the web and check their e-mail on their cell phones, tomorrow they will be checking their vital signs.

I am prescribing a lot more apps than medications these days.

It's infrequent that people are rail thin yet have high blood pressure.

The problem is that it takes physicians so long to accept a radical change. And the lag is unacceptable.

Chemotherapy is just medieval. It's such a blunt instrument. We're going to look back on it like we do the dark ages.

I love information. I can never get enough. I get bored easily.

The digitization of human beings will make a parody out of doctor knows best.

Only the living can learn from their mistakes.

The only thing I cannot predict is the future

There is no need to create. Genius comes only to those who know how to use their eyes and their intelligence.

Some extremists take elements of the sacred scriptures out of context.

The public must come to see that chess is a violent sport. Chess is mental torture.

A radical thinks two and two makes five. A liberal is more conservative. he knows two and two make four, but he's unhappy about it.

I am not an American; I am one of twenty-two million black people who are victims of Americanism.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed; We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal

The weekend brought good news for our friends in the cattle industry. At long last, Japan has taken the steps needed for American beef to make its way back into the Japanese market.

When a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past?