All right, all right for you, you pretentious kneecap! How would you like a punch in the eye?

You make my ass hurt!

I could do that if they were on my butt-cheeks.

The ear participates, and helps arrange marriages;
the eye has already made love with what it sees.

The eye knows pleasure, delights in the body's shape:
the ear hears words that talk about all this.

When hearing takes place, character areas change;
but when you see, inner areas change.

If all you know about fire is what you have heard
see if the fire will agree to cook you!

Certain energies come only when you burn.
If you long for belief, sit down in the fire!

When the ear receives subtly; it turns into an eye.
But if words do not reach the ear in the chest, nothing happens.

I love seeing Lady Gaga’s boobs and bum. I love seeing Katy Perry’s boobs and bum. Love it. But that’s not what my music is about. I don’t make music for eyes, I make music for ears.

What's the matter with you? Got a bellyache or something?
"No, sir. I've been thinking."
"Does it hurt that much?"

We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes, if you ever love at all.

Eyes are verbs that conjugate the emotions.

Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!
Did it make you ache so, leaving me?

Sometimes I would like to cry. I close my eyes. Why weren't we designed so that we can close our ears as well? (Perhaps because we would never open them.) Is there some way that I could accelerate my evolution and develop earlids?

My head and the universe ache me.

What do you desire? What makes you itch? What sort of a situation would you like?

My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears. You are my home, do you not understand?

Yet I have no stylistic nobility. My head aches because my head aches. The universe aches me because my head aches.