“Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?”

“My body craved sunshine; winter felt like an addict’s withdrawal.”

“For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be — or no, already she was like that too; she was one of them, her body the same, identical, merged with that other flesh that choked the air in the flowered room with its sweet organic scent; she felt suffocated by this thick sargasso-sea of femininity.”

“We need more bodies, 'cause it's not looking enough like the last scene in Hamlet already. --Chopper Jim Chopin”

“...I felt like I had nothing. Nothing but my body. It's the one thing I can control. For me, sex is my way of taking control of my body. I'm in charge.”

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”