“Apparently I'm the most naked that anyone's been on TNT. My poor mother. I'm ready to run away.” RunningMotherPoorReadyNakedRunning Away Author:Sheryl Lee
“Though this new forest grew mightily, elsewhere the mighty jungles fell. Elsewhere the coastal rain forests that furred the body of the world were torn and riven. Elsewhere the last of the old growth the last of the world's own garment were ripped away. It was in this time, now, that the mother of us all was stripped naked and left to die in shame of her children, she who had been robed in glory like this, adorned like this. I bent my head upon the roots and wept, sorrowing for the trees.” WorldChildrenBodyLastsMotherDiesLeftGrowthTreeGrewGloryRainRootsShameForestsNakedElsewhereBentTornJungleGarmentsRippedCoastal Author:Sheri S. Tepper
“I always sent my mother all these huge books I made. When my mother died, I was cleaning her cupboard, and these big books were only 20 pages long. She edited out, maybe burned, every single photograph where I'm naked.” LongMadeBookBigsMotherHugePagesDiedPhotographNakedBurnedCleaningEditedCupboardsMother DiedBig Book Author:Marina Abramovic
“If only Ed Fleming had a mother who gave such sound advice. The manager of Wazoo's, a downtown Denver restaurant, Fleming is a CSU alum who has been darned giddy about the Rams' recent success. So giddy that he donned a necklace made of Pez candies, a red blazer - and nothing else. A few people gaped (some actually set aside their beers), but most ignored Fleming as he strutted like a red-blazered rooster, demanding that all hail the Mighty Naked Beer King.” PeopleIfsHas BeensMadeMotherSoundAdviceKingsRedNakedManagersBeerRestaurantsIgnoredCandyHailDowntownNecklacesDenverGiddyRamsRoostersBlazersPezSound Advice Author:J. R. Moehringer
“Every man that tried to destroy the Government, every man that shot at the holy flag in heaven, every man that starved our soldiers... every man that wanted to burn the negro, every one that wanted to scatter yellow fever in the North, every man that opposed human liberty, that regarded the auction-block as an altar and the howling of the bloodhound as the music of the Union, every man who wept over the corpse of slavery, that thought lashes on the naked back were a legal tender for labour performed, every one willing to rob a mother of her child - every solitary one was a Democrat.” MenHumansChildrenWarGovernmentWantedMotherHeavenLibertyHistoryWillingHolyShotsSlaveryUnionsDemocratSoldierEvery ManNakedBlockCivil WarLabourYellowFlagsSolitaryCorpsesAltarsFeverAmerican Civil WarLashesAuctionsYellow FeverBloodhounds Author:Robert Green Ingersoll