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

Surgery is the red flower that blooms among the leaves and thorns that are the rest of medicine.

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.

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

The surgeon knows all the parts of the brain but he does not know his patient's dreams.

You do not die all at once. Some tissues live on for minutes, even hours, giving still their little cellular shrieks, molecular echoes of the agony of the whole corpus.

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.

Autopsies give us the facts but not the truth.

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.

A minor operation is one that is done on someone else

I contemplate the body, dead and diseased as well as alive and healthy.

I am not questioning God's power! It is God who gave us reason and circumspection! It is God we serve by exercising prudence!

I am not in it for the success, I am in it for the victory...nothing less.

Don’t let them fool you and tell you goals has to be unified before any partnership agreement. Be carefully concerned about unifying your values and principles, after that all will run smoothly.

My apartment is the equivalent of one room in my Toronto home. Now I understand why New Yorkers are on the streets at all hours. People don't want to stay inside for fear they'll go crazy.

Move too quickly and time will pass you by.

With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks, you've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books.

(Yes teenage boys who are fine always cry on their mothers’ shoulders until they leave a snot trail.)

The delicious breath of rain was in the air.

Thank you Jesus you are a stone mover. And you can move any stone away.

Talk is cheap. If it wasn't, people might not toss around 'I love you' like a marked-down phrase in a sales bin.