I meld with your flesh, and become lost within you, to…

Never underestimate what you mean to people, sometimes we get lost, go our separate ways, but we always remember those that have made a…

— Nishan Panwar

What do you mean 'we,' flesh-tube?

— Bender (The Cartoon Character

You asked me once if I would still love you when your lips were puckered with age and your eyes were faded. I can…

— Teresa Medeiros

It is a great delusion to suppose that flesh-meat of any kind is essential to health. Considerably more than three parts of the work…

— Catherine Booth

“Paul closed his eyes and turned his face to the sun. In spite of everything, it was hard not to take solace from the…

— Greg Egan

For fear of causing terror to living beings, Mahamati, let the Bodhisattva who is disciplining himself to attain compassion, refrain from eating flesh.

— Gautama Buddha

Flesh forgets. Bone remembers.

— Jefferson Bass

If you like I'll be furious flesh elemental, or- changing to tones that the sunset arouses- if you like- I'll be extraordinary gentle, not…

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

I separated the joints, the arm joints, the leg joints, and had to do two boilings. I think I used four boxes of Soilex…

— Jeffrey Dahmer

I hold flesh-food to be unsuited to our species. We err in copying the lower animal world if we are superior to it.

— Mahatma Gandhi

If Jesus is the Son of God in human flesh, He's one of a kind of the 13 billions of people who have ever lived.

— Tim LaHaye

It's still possible to savor the remarkable foods that millennia of human ingenuity have teased from milk. A sip of milk itself or a…

— Harold McGee

Surely, God could have caused birds to fly with their bones made of solid gold, with their veins full of quicksilver, with their flesh…

— Galileo Galilei

The nineteenth century lynching mob cuts off ears, toes, and fingers, strips off flesh, and distributes portions of the body as souvenirs among the…

— Ida B. Wells

A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the…

— Samuel R. Delany