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At Highgarden we have many spiders amongst the flowers. So long as they keep to themselves we let themspin their little webs, but if they get underfoot we step on them. George R. R. Martin
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that. E. B. White
My favorite band at the moment is the Dresden Dolls, they're from Boston. It's a guy and a girl. She plays piano and he plays the drums and she also sings. You can find them on the web they're incredible. Gerard Way
Virginia Woolf quote: "Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly..."
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Virginia Woolf
"for her, life was as cold as an attic with a window looking to the north, and ennui, like a spider, was silently spinning its shadowy web in every cranny of her heart. Gustave Flaubert
Richard Powers quote: "The web: yet another total disorientation that becomes status..."
The web: yet another total disorientation that becomes status quo without anyone realizing it. Richard Powers
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art.what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to hershe'll embrace you then when she's satisfied she'll kill youstill in her embrace and suck the blood from you. Charles Bukowski
The man in black smiled. "Shall we tell the truth then, you and I? No more lies?"I thought we had been."But the man in black persisted as if Roland hadn't spoken. "Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as equals? There is an offer you will get rarely, Roland. Only equals speak the truth, that's my thought on't. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. How tiresome! Stephen King
Robinson Jeffers quote: "We have to live like people in a web of knives, we mustn't..."
We have to live like people in a web of knives, we mustn't reach out our hands or we get them gashed. Robinson Jeffers
Old fat spider spinning in a tree! Old fat spider can’t see me! Attercop! Attercop! Won't you stop, Stop your spinning and look for me! Old Tomnoddy, all big body, Old Tomnoddy can’t spy me! Attercop! Attercop! Down you drop! You'll never catch me up your tree! Lazy Lob and crazy Cob are weaving webs to wind me. I am far more sweet than other meat, but still they cannot find me! Here am I, naughty little fly; you are fat and lazy. You... J. R. R. Tolkien
A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child. Katherine Anne Porter
A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of it's complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else. Francoise Sagan
Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing. Truman Capote
So in that sense, I and my fellow horror writers are absorbing and defusing all your fears and anxieties and insecurities and taking them upon ourselves. We’re sitting in the darkness beyond the flickering warmth of your fire, cackling into our caldrons and spitting out spider webs of words, all the time sucking the sickness from your minds and spewing it out into the night. Stephen King
A spider lives inside my head. Who weaves a strange and wondrous web. Of silken threads and silver strings. To catch all sorts of flying things, Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles. And specks of dried-up tears, And dust of dreams that catch and cling. For years and years and years... Shel Silverstein

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