House M.d. -

So I don’t trust words. I trust the fever that comes at 3 a.m. The rash that spreads when no one’s watching. The liver that screams while the mouth says ‘I’m fine.’

“He needed to feel like a murderer to understand how close he came. Guilt’s a better teacher than gratitude. Besides — he lied. He knew those supplements were sketchy. He just didn’t want to know.” House M.D.

Here’s an interesting piece assembled from the spirit, style, and contradictions of House M.D. — part character study, part philosophical rant, part diagnostic puzzle. Everybody Lies (But the Body Doesn’t) So I don’t trust words

“You could have told the husband it wasn’t his fault sooner. Saved him six hours of thinking he was a murderer.” The liver that screams while the mouth says ‘I’m fine

“She’s not sick today. She’s been sick for a month. Something interrupted her body’s lie. The question is — what did she stop doing? Or start doing?”