Quotes About Metamorphosis

Yesterday, here in the middle of the City, I saw a wolf turn into a Russian ex-gymnast and hand over a business card that read YOUR OWN PERSONAL TRANSHUMAN SECURITY WHORE! STERILIZED INNARDS! ACCEPTS ALL CREDIT CARDS to a large man who had trained attack cancers on his face and possessed seventy-five indentured Komodo Dragons instead of legs. And they had sex. Right in front of me. And six of the Komodo Dragons spat napalm on my new shoes.

Transformation literally means going beyond your form.

I remember," someone said, "how in ancient times one could turn a wolf into a human and then lecture it to one's heart's content.

Transformation isn't a butterfly. It's the thing before you get to be a pretty bug flying away. It's huddling in the dark cocoon and then pushing your way out. It's the messy work of making sense of your fortunes and misfortunes, desires and doubts, hang-ups and sorrows, actions and accidents, mistakes and successes, so you can go on and become the person you must next become.

These things are your becoming.

Of himself Grant said, "I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be and I finally became that person. Or he became me. Or we met at some point.

SHE EATS THE POOR AND MAKES SHELLS OUT OF HER LOVERS

I know that my race must change.

Think of the fierce energy concentrated in an acorn! You bury it in the ground, and it explodes into a giant oak. Bury a sheep, and nothing happens but decay.

Criminal Minds, Bad Moon on the Rise: "Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the moon is full and bright."

In a sense, it seems I am drowning; already half-drowned to the ordinary dimensions of space and time, I know that I must drown, as it were, completely in order to come out on the other side of things (like Alice with her looking-glass or Perseus with his mirror). I must drown completely and come out on the other side, or rise to the surface after the third time down, not dead to this life but with a new set of values, my treasures dredged from the depth. I must be born again or break utterly.

Like it or not, we are all insectoid aliens burrowing within our urbaniod bodies. -- Timothy Leary

To quench that thirst, Ward would become a human

Over 100 years ago, this was a mud-flat, swamp. Today, this is a modern city. Ten years from now, this will be a metropolis. Never fear!

I awake with a not entirely sickened knowledge that I am merely young again and in a funny way at peace, an observer who is aware of time's chariot, aware that some metamorphosis has occurred.

metamorphosed into a creature as evil as any mythical Hulder: "a woman

I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

I'd like to tell you it gets easier, but it doesn't. It just gets different.

It happens to everyone," she assured Princess Stephanie. "It does?" Stephanie doubted it. "Sure. Everyone's someone else sometimes. Everyone transforms. Maybe not in quite the same way as you, but that's sort of the point. The curse - if you will - it happens to everyone, but not to any two people in the same way. And no one likes it, no matter who's waiting inside.

Whatever God there is is slowly eliminating the guts and alimentary system from the human being, to evolve a higher, more spiritual being.

When love enters, the whole spiritual constitution of a man changes, is filled with the Holy Ghost, and almost his form is altered.

I haven't changed. Something's happened to me, that's all.

Frank Sinatra is the only one that went from teen idol to superstar.

Perhaps I should just bury myself and become a diamond after thousands of years of intense pressure