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

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

The liver, that great maroon snail: No wave of emotion sweeps it. Neither music nor mathematics gives it pause in its appointed tasks.

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

A minor operation is one that is done on someone else

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.

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.