Wearing corsets all the time was completely incapacitating, as far as digestion goes.
How come we've got these bodies? They are frail supports for what we feel. There are times I get so hemmed in by my arms and legs I look forward to getting past them. As though death will set me free like a traveling cloud... I'll be out there as a piece of the endless body of the world feeling pleasures so much larger than skin and bones and blood.
The truth is my dad was a lovely man who had to retire early from his job as an engineer because he had osteoporosis. It meant he was forced to wear a harness and could hardly breathe.
I am stressed because once I am flattened out so thin to be able to slide under a doorway, I may never be able to ever be unflattened so I could be regular sized again.
I got in an argument with a girlfriend inside of a tent. That's a bad place for an argument, because I tried to walk out, and had to slam the flap.
Mind is a captive of the body.
And one of the interesting things about bound feet is that they never age.
I am trapped in this body, and there is nothing I can do about it.
It is difficult to fly without wings.
Templeton is as hot as you can be and still walk!
Right now I feel like playing as long as I can, As long as my body will allow me to play I'm going to continue to play.
Who can take a single step with his head?
I'm not a big burper. It's not easy for me to do.
There's the hardest thing - when you cannot be as athletic or perform at a level you really want to. Your mind is telling you, but your body is not allowing you.
When you're wearing a corset for a long period of time, things that were important to you hours before are no longer important, because doing them exhausts you.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.
I'll never go. How can I? How far would I get without my heart?
When you lose your hands, you can't play baseball.
I find a fence a very uncomfortable place to squat my bottom.
But one may say something and yet not be able to do it. Try, for instance, lifting yourself up by the bootstraps.
If you asked me to write a rock song or a rap song, I couldn't do it because they're not in my fingers.
I think people underestimate when you have a brace on your knee how much that truly restricts you.
For a sick man the world begins at his pillow and ends at the foot of his bed.
There is nothing more pitiful than a ready and willing mind but an incapable body.
Talk about a foot injury, you can't release how you want to, you can't come out of your breaks how you want to.
