“Souls grow on bones but die beneath bankers' hours...”
“The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.”
“There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.”
“The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die.”
“Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mindmost of our colors are amazingly the same.”
“We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.”