Quotes Database

«Where are you and I'm so sorryI cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonightI need somebody and alwaysthis sick strange darknesscomes creeping on so haunting every timeand as I stared I countedwebs from all the spiderscatching things and eating their insideslike indecision to call youand hear your voice of treasonwill you come home and stop this pain tonightstop this pain tonightDon't waste your time on me you're alreadythe voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)don't waste your time on me you're alreadythe voice inside my head (I miss you, miss you)»

«She is a girl so I wouldn?t slap her. I would lock her in a room full of spiders and let her think about what she?s doing to the youth of America.»

«Laws are like spiders' webs which, if anything small falls into them they ensnare it, but large things break through and escape»

«Our egos tells us we're the only ones that have any kind of feelings. We're the only ones with a relationship. We're the only ones with family. You know, I think that if you kill a spider, there is a relationship that you're ruining. There's a conversation going on outside with the other spiders. 'Did you hear about Chris?....Killed yeah....Sneaker. And now Stephanie has nine hundred babies to raise all alone. Well, she's got her legs full I'll tell you that right now. Chris was so kind, wouldn't hurt a fly. It's just been tough for them lately. They just lost their web last week. Those humans think they're so smart. Let them try shooting silk out of their butt and see what they can make.'»

«We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast? Instead of all that, what if it's one little room, like a bathhouse in the country, black and grimy and spiders in every corner, and that'»

«I walk the straight lines. I walk through the summer nights. I walk the silver rope of dreams. I walk through dawns of dawns. There?s not a lot that isn?t dying. I see people parading in front of each other like insects in a killing jar, watching each other die. I walk the straight lines throught the Christ machines. Through the eyes of throwaway people. Through the wards and the shores and the cracks in the skulls of the sidewalks. Through love?s howling vacancy. I am the freedom soil. I dig my own grave. I resurrect myself every night. I am all things to myself. I walk the straight lines. I walk the spiders?s jailhouse. I walk the think line, the thin line, the white line and all the line in between. I wish I could trade in my eyes.»

«I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.»

«Organic buildings are the strength and lightness of the spiders' spinning, buildings qualified by light, bred by native character to environment, married to the ground.»

«Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.»