“So lonely am I
My body is a floating weed
Severed at the roots.
Were there water to entice me,
I would follow it, I think.”

“In this forlorn state
I find life dreary indeed:
if a stream beckoned,
I would gladly cut my roots
and float away like duckweed.”

“(…) Bodies are born and bodies die, but what is it to me? Bodies come and bodies go in consciousness and consciousness itself has its roots in me. I am life and mine are mind and body.”

“In all these years of recuperaion, I over-used one half of my body. So, when I did a short sprint on the beach, I just fell and couldn't get back on my feet again. In the bad time following I was helped by my two wonderful brothers, who got me into a hospital and assisted me in many ways, God bless them. As it turned out, the hip bones of the side of my body which had been overly stressed were severely damaged, and so I had a very hard time after that.”

“I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.”

“I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.”

“I am not my body. My body is nothing without me.”

“And I say also this. I do not think the forest would be so bright, nor the water so warm, nor love so sweet, if there were no danger in the lakes.”

“I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.”

“I subdue matter and force it to become my mind's good medium. I rejoice in plants, in animals, in man and in gods, as though they were my children. I feel all the universe nestling about me and following me as though it were my own body.”