The miser starving his brother's body starves also his own soul and at death shall creep out of his great estate of injustice poor and naked and miserable.

I can't even find someone for a platonic relationship much less the kind where someone wants to see me naked.

I'm worried because of my mother she's going to see my performance and she's quite hard. She's going to see me naked. And my Dad woah. Yeah they're going to see me like a woman you know?

Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

Facts which at first seem improbable will even on scant explanation drop the cloak which has hidden them and stand forth in naked and simple beauty.

There's a lot of thought in art. People get to talk about important things. There's a lot of sex you know in art. There's a lot of naked women and men and there's intrigue there's fakery. It's a real microcosm of the larger world.

Men's magazines often feature pictures of naked ladies. Women's magazines also often feature pictures of naked ladies. This is because the female body is a beautiful work of art while the male body is hairy and lumpy and should not be seen by the light of day.

Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.

There was just this amazing individuality. It's just a whole different world of optimism and fearlessness women taking off their bras and dancing around naked and a political hopefulness and involvement.

I didn't need clothes. I was allowed the opportunity to act out moments you don't get the opportunity to experience in your own life let alone as a character in a film. I didn't feel naked.

In Sleep we lie all naked and alone in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness and we are strange and beautiful asleep for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.

The law was made for one thing alone for the exploitation of those who don't understand it or are prevented by naked misery from obeying it.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.