The Body is the most indisputable materialization of class taste in that one's hairstyle, clothing, diet, and even gait function as signs within a larger system of social positions.

The Body is singular, the soul multiple.

A Body is a body with reflexes and anticipatory qualities, a body that is constantly in-becoming

The Body is a poop gun and eating is reloading.

Gesture is almost a language — there is language in some people's very gesture.

The Gesture is no more able to be recruited by an old man as a new idea.

Gesture is like a langauge — you can guess the past of a woman in the way she holds her cigarette, and the future of a man in the way he holds his drink.

The Gesture is wildly contextual — the man in ecstasy and the man drowning - both throw up their arms. The first to signify harmony, the second to signify strife with the elements.

Grief is a room without doors.

Grief is the essence of humanity — Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

Grief is a great struggle — grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

Grief is a developer of the powers of the mind.