Bodily Functions Quotes

Consider love: is there a nobler outpouring, a rapture less suspect? Its shudders rival music, compete with the tears of solitude and of ecstasy: sublime...but a sublimity inseperable from the urinary tract: transports bordering upon excretion, a heaven of the glands, sudden sancitity of the orifices. It takes no more than a moment of attention for this intoxication, shaken, to cast you back into the ordures of physiology or a moment of fatigue to recognize that so much ardor produces only a variety of mucous.

Kings and philosophers defecate, and so do ladies.

Eggs! They're not a food, they belong in no group! They're just farts clothed in substance!

I've always been battling against my sense of dignity and refinement. I was embarrassed by any bodily functions when I was younger. I could never even blow my nose.

We accepted a definition of ourselves which confined the self to the source and to the limitations of conscious attention. This definition is miserably insufficient, for in fact we know how to grow brains and eyes, ears and fingers, hearts and bones, in just the same way that we know how to walk and breathe, talk and think - only we can't put it into words. Words are too slow and too clumsy for describing such things, and conscious attention is too narrow for keeping track of all their details.

Cities are obvious metaphors for life. We call roads 'arteries' and so forth.

We're all gonna lie, we're all gonna cry, and we're all gonna take painful shits.

I feel like I might start crying and that I'm going to cry pee.

I burp like everyone else and I'm promiscuous.

Vomit and feces are two reason I have decided not to procreate.

The sexual parts are not only vivid examples of the body's dominion; they are also apertures whose damp emissions and ammoniac smells testify to the mysterious putrefaction of the body.

Nothing makes me laugh more than farting.

And now to sleep, to dream...perchance to fart.

It's funny, in literature no one ever goes to the lavatory.

It would be nice if people said, God bless you not just when you sneezed but also when you farted.

The idea kind of started with me just thinking about what would be fun to see in animation, you know - what have I not seen? For some reason, I got thinking about the human body and realizing, well, I've seen, like, traveling through the bloodstream and into the, you know, stomach and things.

Sex is interesting, but it's not totally important. I mean it's not even as important (physically) as excretion. A man can go seventy years without a piece of ass, but he can die in a week without a bowel movement.

Precisely what menstruation is, is not yet very well known.

If toes had eyes, then I could see how my feet know where to go, but toes are blind. And how is it that my tongue speaks words it cannot hear? Because for all its eloquence, the tongue itself is deaf, and flaps in soundlessness.

I have never farted in front of a guy I fancied before - I was so embarrassed!.

Sex and excretion are reminders that anyone's claim to round-the-clock dignity is tenuous. The so-called rational animal has a desperate drive to pair up and moan and writhe.

All the body's systems and processes - your nerves, your emotions - take instruction from what is going on with your breath.

Male urination really is a kind of accomplishment, an arc of transcendance. A woman merely waters the ground she stands on.

My asshole is doing as much to keep me alive as my brain.

I sing the body electric.