The world is made of the very stuff of the body.

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

One’s body, hair, and skin are a gift from one’s parents—do not dare to allow them to be harmed.

What are men anyway but balloons on legs, a lot of blown-up bladders?

It hurts to watch the fluency of a body acclimated to its shackling.

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.

The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit has made permanent.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

I’m at an age when my back goes out more than I do.

If I see something sagging, dragging, or bagging, I’m going to go have the stuff tucked or plucked.

Flesh was the reason why oil painting was invented.