bodily fluids Quotes

There's so much goop inside of us, man," he said, "and it all just wants to get out.

Life contains these things: leakage and wickage and discharge, pus and snot and slime and gleet. We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.

The body of man has in itself blood, phlegm, yellow bile and black bile; these make up the nature of this body, and through these he feels pain or enjoys health. Now he enjoys the most perfect health when these elements are duly proportioned to one another in respect of compounding, power and bulk, and when they are perfectly mingled.

I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it's painful gall-stones, it's gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul.

In Physic, things of melancholic hue and quality are used against melancholy, sour against sour, salt to remove salt humors.

The message has become clearer to the nation about AIDS. People used to think they could catch it all kinds of ways, but we now know that it is absolutely passed through bodily fluids.

Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!

Finally the homeless eel marked its territory, I suppose, and the Doctor lay heavily upon me, moist with sweat.

One night, I pissed into an empty wine bottle so I could continue watching Monty Python, and suddenly thought 'I've never tasted my own piss,' so I drank a little. It looked just like Orvieto Classico and tasted of nearly nothing

You just mingled saliva with the most beautiful boy ever to tread the hallways of Saint Pock's. Saliva. There's DNA in saliva. You're like carrying his cells in your mouth like one of those weird frogs that incubates its eggs in its cheeks

We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.

Maybe that's the whole teen oeuvre, you know covering people in disgusting bodily fluids and whatnot.

Pollution is everywhere, in that ancient Greek sense of miasma: guilt experienced as abject body fluid, moral pollution defining what kinds of beings count in social space.

Curiously, the one bodily fluid of other people that doesn't disgust us is the one produced by the human alone: tears. Consider the sole type of used tissue you'd be willing to share.

You wanna know the secret of life? The saliva of young girls.

Drinking your own blood is the paradigm of recycling.

Mockery be damned, my urine looked delicious.

Is it necessary for me to drink my own urine? No, but I do it anyway because it’s sterile and I like the taste.