Autopsies give us the facts but not the truth.

And If the surgeon is like a poet, then the scars you have made on countless bodies are like verses into the fashioning of which you have poured your soul.

Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path , to vanish into the vast sea of God.

The heart is pure theater throbbing in its cage palpably as any nightingale.

You cannot separate passion from pathology any more than you can separate a person's spirit from his body.

Thus is the fruit of the Earth taken, its flesh torn. Thus is it given over standing, toward rot. It is the principle of corruption, the death of what is, the birth of what is to be. You are wine.

Cutting for Stone is nothing short of masterful -a riveting tale of love, medicine, and the complex dynamic of twin brothers. It is beautifully conceived and written. The settings are wonderfully pictorial. There is no doubt in my mind that Cutting for Stone will endure in the permanent literature of our time.