Spider Quotes

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Neil Gaiman
“Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled but halved. No man is an island”
Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

Neil Gaiman
“There are three things, and three things only, that can lift the pain of mortality and ease the ravages of life. These are wine, women and song.”
Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

China Miéville
“Its substance was known to me. The crawling infinity of colours, the chaos of textures that went into each strand of that eternally complex tapestry…each one resonated under the step of the dancing mad god, vibrating and sending little echoes of bravery, or hunger, or architecture, or argument, or cabbage or murder or concrete across the aether. The weft of starlings’ motivations connected to the thick, sticky strand of a young thief’s laugh. The fibres stretched taut and glued themselves solidly to a third line, its silk made from the angles of seven flying buttresses to a cathedral roof. The plait disappeared into the enormity of possible spaces.

Every intention, interaction, motivation, every colour, every body, every action and reaction, every piece of physical reality and the thoughts that it engendered, every connection made, every nuanced moment of history and potentiality, every toothache and flagstone, every emotion and birth and banknote, every possible thing ever is woven into that limitless, sprawling web.

It is without beginning or end. It is complex to a degree that humbles the mind. It is a work of such beauty that my soul wept...

..I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.”
China Miéville, Perdido Street Station

Neil Gaiman
“It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.”
Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

Suzanne Collins
“All of the creatures were staring fixedly at Boots. She was standing on the back of her loyal cockroach friend, Temp, smack in the middle of the octagon, singing "The Itsy-Bisty Spider" at the top of her lungs. The green spider, to whom the song principially was directed, seemed to be cringing. Boots was somewhat off-key, but Gregor was pretty sure it was the loudness that was making the arachnid hunch down and contract.

"She has been going on like this for hours," whispered Nerissa. "Days more like it," said Ripred in disgust.

"Next I will sing one for you!" announced Boots, pointing at the bat, who actually flinched.”
Suzanne Collins, Gregor and the Code of Claw

Donna Lynn Hope
“The spider's web: She finds an innocuous corner in which to spin her web. The longer the web takes, the more fabulous its construction. She has no need to chase. She sits quietly, her patience a consummate force; she waits for her prey to come to her on their own, and then she ensnares them, injects them with venom, rendering them unable to escape. Spiders – so needed and yet so misunderstood.”
Donna Lynn Hope

“I'll stop eating steak when you stop killing spiders." Absurdity: comparing cows to spiders. Arachnids are pure evil. They're like a cigarette manufacturer or a terrorist. They're organized religion on eight legs.”
Davey Havok, Pop Kids

Dannika Dark
“I clung to each word that fell from his lips like a spider to a web.”
Dannika Dark, Twist

John Fowles
“If there is a God he's a great loathsome spider in the darkness.”
John Fowles, The Collector

Munia Khan
“No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful”
Munia Khan

“The Red Keep shelters two sorts of people, Lord Eddard, Varys said. Those who are loyal to the realm, and those who are loyal only to themselves.”
George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

William     Powers
“Think how nature makes things compared to how we humans make things." We talked about how animals don't just preserve the next generation; they typically preserve the environment for the ten-thousandth generation. While human industrial processes can produce Kevlar, it takes a temperature of thousands of degrees to do it, and the fiber is pulled through sulfuric acid. In contrast, a spider makes its silk - which per gram is several times stronger than steel - at room temperature in water.”
William Powers, Twelve by Twelve: A One-Room Cabin Off the Grid and Beyond the American Dream

Katherine Roberts
“By the ancient bond of the spellclave, I command you, Spider. Stop, or be turned to stone!”
Katherine Roberts, Spellfall

John Fowles
“People won't admit it, they're too busy grabbing to see that the lights have fused. They can't see the darkness and the spider-face beyond and the great web of it all. That there's always this if you scratch at the surface of happiness and goodness.
The black and the black and the black.”
John Fowles, The Collector

Mary H.K. Choi
“He couldn't believe Jude's mute, macabre roommate had saved his life. He wondered if he'd have to get her a small taxidermied spider or something for her efforts.”
Mary H.K. Choi, Emergency Contact

Julie  Murphy
“Spiders don't chew. They send a special liquid into their prey. The prey's insides turn to mush. Then the spider sucks up its tasty lunch!”
Julie Murphy, Arachnids

Jasmine Jean
“It is with eight lengthy legs we use to catch food, balance and knit a beautiful silk bed,
but as babies we had lost our bones and skin, and hence our legs we had shed.”
Jasmine Martin, Whimsy Girl

Lois Farfel Stark
“Like a spider in its web, a vibration anywhere
is felt everywhere.”
Lois Farfel Stark, The Telling Image: Shapes of Changing Times

K.S. Marsden
“Look, daddy, Mel gave me a pet!” The boy said excitedly. “He’s called Incy.”
Hunter looked down and inhaled sharply at the sight of a large spider in Adam’s little hand. His eyes snapped up to Mel, who was sitting silent and serene in the middle of the floor, obviously pleased with her present.
“A spider?” Hunter asked with exasperation. “Fine. Why don’t you get Mel to teach it tricks.”
K.S. Marsden, The Shadow Falls

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“The first golden rays of morning’s light softly backlit the whole of this most intricate web, leaving morning’s dew generously sprinkling a thousand glistening points of light on each tender strand. But because it crossed the broad garden path, those ‘in a hurry’ saw it as an obstacle to where they were going, while those ‘on a journey’ saw it as a privilege that enhanced where they were going.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

Shawn Reilly
“All it takes is one small voice to make a difference." ~Artum Keogh~”
Shawn Reilly, Thread

Sarah K.L. Wilson
We don’t know that. We don’t know anything except that we are alive. Hold on to that, spider. If my senses are right, this is only the beginning.
Sarah K.L. Wilson, Dusk Covenant

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Sometimes I feel like a little spider that people want to squash under the soles of their boots, and for the life of me I can’t figure out why.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Ever since she was a young girl, [Patricia Highsmith] had felt an extraordinary empathy for animals, particularly cats. The creatures, she said, 'provide something for writers that humans cannot: companionship that makes no demands or intrusions, that is as restful and ever-changing as a tranquil sea that barely moves'. Her affection for cats was 'a constant as was feline companionship wherever her domestic situation permitted,' says Kingsley. 'As for animals in general, she saw them as individual personalities often better behaved, and endowed with more dignity and honesty than humans. Cruelty to or neglect of any helpless living creature could turn her incandescent with rage.' Janice Robertson remembers how [...] Highsmith was walking through the streets of Soho when she saw a wounded pigeon lying in the gutter. 'Pat decided there and then that this pigeon should be rescued,' says Janice. 'Although I think Roland persuaded her that it was past saving, she really was distraught. She couldn't bear to see animals hurt.' Bruno Sager, Highsmith's carer at the end of her life, recalls the delicacy with which the writer would take hold of a spider which had crawled into the house, making sure to deposit it safely in her garden. 'For her human beings were strange - she thought she would never understand them - and perhaps that is why she liked cats and snails so much,' he says.”
Andrew Wilson, Patricia Highsmith, ζωή στο σκοτάδι

Curtis Tyrone Jones
“‪Your legs spin luminous webs that I still get stuck in every single time.‬”
Curtis Tyrone Jones

John Cowper Powys
“To horses, dogs and cats, to birds in cages, to pigs in sties, to sheep in folds, to cattle in stalls—to them all he sang his song and danced his dance! When he was eating out-of-doors he would pay court to the nearest toad or frog or blind-worm. When he was sucking an orange before going to bed, he would make overtures to a spider.”
John Cowper Powys, The Brazen Head

“Come into my parlour,’ said the computer to the specialist.”
McLuhan Marshal

Stewart Stafford
“If you dipped a spider in ink and then let it breakdance on a clean sheet of paper, you'd have a fair approximation of the state of my handwriting. I blame the internet myself. If I had to publish things in my handwriting, the only thing I could make money at would be selling ransom notes.”
Stewart Stafford

Andy Weir
“On Earth, we have a scary, deadly creature called a spider. You look like one of those. Just so you know.”
“Good. Proud. I am scary space monster. You are leaky space blob.” He points to the breeder tanks. “Check tanks!”
Andy weir

J.G. Ballard
“Geometry of Guilt. Later, when the studio was deserted, Dr Nathan saw Talbert standing on the roof of the maze, surveying the contours of the sloping basin below. His dark-skinned face resembled that of a pensive architect. Once again Karen Novotny had died, Talbert’s fears and obsessions mimetized in her alternate death. Dr Nathan decided not to speak to him. His own identity would seem little more than a summary of postures, the geometry of an accusation.

Exposed Placenta. The following week, when Dr Nathan returned, Talbert had not moved. He sat on the edge of the water-filled basin, staring into the lucid depths of that exposed placenta. His emaciated figure was by now little more than a collection of tatters. After watching him for half an hour Dr Nathan walked back to his car.”
J.G. Ballard, The Atrocity Exhibition

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