“The throb of life is love. Without it, humans are bodies of bones clad with skin”
“I want your hand without the skin. Bone to bone without the molds. Mouth to mouth, without the porn.”
“The body must be loosely clad if the mind is to forget it and impetuously lead its own life.”
“The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November.”
“I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.”
“The baby's body lay in a bassinet. He was the size of a half loaf of bread, his bones light as a bird's and stretched with thin skin.”