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

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

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

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

Every man must descend into the flesh to meet mankind.

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

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

Flesh was the reason why oil painting was invented.

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

The body says what words cannot.

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

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

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.