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.

Boredom is only for the boring.

Boredom is the antonym of solitude.

Boredom is rage spread thin.

Boredom is the failure of imagination.

Change is impossible — The tail of the greyhound will not be made straight even though it remains seven years in the melting-pot.

Change is always possible — Whatever your past has been, you have a spotless future.

Change is unlikely in a great man — A god does not change his ways.

Change is all about timing — It is not best to swap horses while crossing the river.

A Cloud is a mobile canvass mounted in the elastic framework of space across which the sun draws his brush en route.

The Cloud is, when low, the paperweight of the wind.

The Cloud cries itself to death.

The Cloud is the ocean of the heavens.