If I had the use of my body I would throw it out of the window.

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

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

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

I know I have the body but of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king.

Very shy people don’t even want to take up the space that their body actually takes up.

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

My face looks like a wedding cake left out in the rain.

The enlightened man says: I am body entirely and nothing beside.

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

There is only one antidote to mental suffering and that is physical pain.

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

O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!