Her grief has not so much changed her as stripped her down, stripped her body and her face.
The Number of MissingLost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky.
NeuromancerHow talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.
The October CountryI am dying by inches, from not having any body to talk to about insects...
Letters. A Selection, 1825–1859Mrs. Turner gripped my baby finger. It's amazing how a man can feel sex anywhere on his body.
A Little Yellow DogAt time I find the true material of my spirit, this earthly body is no longer my only vessel.
My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut