David Biro

“Almost simultaneously their eyes alighted on a small opening in the twisted branches of the trees, affording them a direct line of sight to the majestic Verrazzano Bridge. Together the women gazed at the slate-gray metal towers soaring skyward, the steel cables delicately draped from one tower to the other, ascending and descending, the small squares and larger rectangles moving back and forth over the curved roadway.”
― David Biro, And the Bridge Is Love

“That was what getting old was all about, she’d begun to realize: a growing heap of memories piling up around you, a Mount Everest of memories. The very opposite of being young, when the ground ahead lay level and bare, a vast open space that stretched on forever and ever, waiting to be explored.”
― David Biro, And the Bridge Is Love

“He peered through the microscope until the blood cells materialized, red and blue and shades in between, different shapes and sizes… In all these years, it never failed to amaze him, this magnificent dappled sea of bone marrow, ever regenerating and replenishing itself in an ongoing cycle that made life possible – red cells that carried oxygen, white cells that fought off infection, and platelets that made the blood clot.”
― David Biro, This Magnificent Dappled Sea

“At these moments sufferers desperately want to escape from their holes, the silence and loneliness, and return to the world we share with others… At these moments, language, the means of expression we are most comfortable with, becomes truly therapeutic – a form of medicine that has the power to relieve our suffering”
― David Biro, The Language of Pain: Finding Words, Compassion, and Relief