Quotes About Metamorphosis

I'm taking the name The Situation and I'm... like, I don't know, I'm turning it into The Corporation or something.

Something's like crossed over in me and I can't go back. I couldn't live.

I have to change. It's like a curse.

Everybody changes. With John things changed on a daily basis.

A huge change has taken place in my lifetime.

The talk show, as a genre, has been in decline for a while. It started with Jerry Springer, when the talk shows suffered a metamorphosis, going from the real and social issues to the hair-raising.

What's that old Sunday school warning about how if you fight dragons too long, you can become one? That's been spinning around in my head for years, long enough that I know I'd rather be a dragon than a sheep to the slaughter.

The man who enters Cosmic Consciousness is really a new creature, and all his surroundings "become new" - take on a new face and meaning.

His hands keep turning into birds, and his hands keep flying away from him. Eventually the birds must land.

This is also part of the story: how the story changes.

His hands keep turning into birds, and his hands keep flying away from him. Eventually the birds must land. - Unfinished Duet

People did change, and a change could be a bloom as well as a withering...

I've seen this before." "A golden brick that turned into a deadly, rampaging puddle of molten metal?" I asked.

I prove a theorem and the house expands: the windows jerk free to hover near the ceiling, the ceiling floats away with a sigh. As the walls clear themselves of everything but transparency, the scent of carnations leaves with them. I am out in the open and above the windows have hinged into butterflies, sunlight glinting where they've intersected. They are going to some point true and unproven

Your head SHRINKS into your neck… "And your neck SHRINKS into your body… "And your body SHRINKS into your legs… "And your legs SHRINK into your feet. And in the end there's nothing left except a pair of shoes and a bundle of old clothes.

The moment you pin down the butterfly so that you can carefully study it is the exact moment in which that butterfly can no longer fly. It's the motion, the movement, the flying, that makes a butterfly a butterfly.

last I looked appeared to be turning the place into a Marin County whorehouse.

So many transformations!

Who would you be, I wonder, by those marks If I had moths to friend as I have flowers?

Life is nothing but moments of crossing over.

I'm going to make an animal out of you, my boy!

It was as though, in one moment, he had become a stranger. And I a stranger to myself.

i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.

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