When the Air Hits Your Brain: Tales from Neurosurgery

The soul’s tapestry lies woven in the brain’s nerve threads.

For the first time in my life, I was “authorized personnel.”

treading upon sacred soil

It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it

Failure instructs better than success

We see what no one would ever ask to see.

ut when I cut a nerve, it stays cut.

was exposed to the seductiveness of the profession’s arrogance in the flesh…I was hooked.

Only the neurosurgeon dares to improve upon five billion years of evolution in a few hours.

Particle physicists see God in the vapor trails of their great atom-smashers