When there’s no place for the scalpel, words are the surgeons only tool.
You can’t ever reach for perfection, but you can believe in an asymptote toward which you are ceaselessly striving.
No system of thought can contain the fullness of human experience.
Having devoured this book in a day I wholeheartedly recommend it. His writing is beautiful. It gave me an appreciation for his life as a neurosurgeon and the nuances of life and death.