Everyone carries a room around inside him. . . . If one listens one can hear its mirror rattling.
Franz Kafka( 1991, 1)
I don't have a face. I don't look in mirrors. I don't know what it is to have a boundary, to feel all the way out to the edges.
Patient in psychotherapy, unpublished
I feel my head is filled with garbage. . . . There's another skin beneath my skin and that skin is called Auschwitz.
Isabella L., witness ( Langer 1991, 53)
One can direct one's inquiry to the body itself, no longer posited as a fact of nature, a constant and universal reality, but as an entirely problematic notion, a historical category, steeped in imagination.
J. P. Vemant ( 1989, 20)
If you could lick my heart, it would poison you.
Itzhak Zuckerman, leader of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising (from the film Shoah)
River is not a bad name for the body.
Origen(by num 1995, 113)