My body cheerfully informed me that he felt really good pressed against me like that, all hard muscles and smooth contours and ominous bulges. My body liked the air of barely leashed strength and caged mayhem he was giving off. My body thought he smelled really good, like heat and coffee and electricity. My body was going to get me killed.
I began to wonder whether anything truly existed, whether reality wasn't an unformed and gelatinous substance only half-captured by my senses. . . . If that were true, each of us was living in absolute isolation. The thought terrified me. I was consoled by the idea that I could take that gelatin and mold it to create anything I wanted. . . At times I felt that the universe fabricated from the power of the imagination had stronger and more lasting contours than the blurred realm of the flesh-and-blood creatures around me.
The contours of the coming disaster expanded to include the deaths of all present.
It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them.
Words are never 'only words'; they matter because they define the contours of what we can do.
Goethe's thinking was not rigid with inflexible contours; it was a thinking in which the concepts continually metamorphose.
Lighting can bring out certain contours in the body, in the face, in the eyes, that otherwise flat lighting couldn't.
A world grows up around me. Am I shaping it, or do its predetermined contours guide my hand?
If there is any reason to single out artists as being more necessary to our lives than any others, it is because they provide us with light that cannot be extinguished. They go into dark rooms and poke at their souls until the contours of our own are familiar to us.
When women are relegated to moods, mannerisms, and contours that conform to a single ideal of beauty and behavior, they are captured in both body and soul, and are no longer free.
The type of human being we prefer reveals the contours of our heart.
