The mending of flesh always made her feel sick. Flesh was…

“When I put my hands on your body on your flesh I feel the history of that body. Not just the beginning of its…

— David Wojnarowicz

“Why, what is it, how can flesh and blood come up with such stuff, how can flesh feel it. My lord life is strange.…

— John Crowley

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