Absolute nakedness was intrusive, confusing to the senses. Paradoxically, it both revealed and diminished identity.

Once we are aware that our nudity makes us objects of desire, we become naked.

Modesty died when clothes were born.

Nakedness has no color: this can come as news only to those who have never covered, or been covered by, another naked human being.

You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls."
"It's not a fashion accessory.

I’m never wearing them," Ron was saying stubbornly. "Never."
"Fine," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him. Goodness knows I could do with a laugh.