Quotes About Slugs

The slugs are ascending this steep city staircase that leads up to a huge Catholic church, essentially signifying their slow crawl towards death. The work reminds us of religion, mortality, natural decay, and the slow suffocation of commercialized societies.

All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.

Firewyrms (I refuse to dignify those things by calling them dragons; real dragons should be elegant reptilian predators, not sea slugs with wings that vomit acid).

trusty old American .45—five cartridges in and the hammer down on the empty. The bulky blue steel revolver felt heavy and cold in his hand as he quickly snapped out the cylinder and checked the load. The slugs were scooped out and a deep cross had been cut into the head of each.

All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.

Hear him now as he toils. He has a long garden-implement in his hand, and he is sending up the death-rate in slug circles with a devastating rapidity.             Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay              Ta-ra-ra BOOM— And the boom is a death-knell. As it rings softly out on the pleasant spring air, another stout slug has made the Great Change.