Quotes About Insects

the gnats biting itches into the bone

There's no memory you can wrap in camphor But the moths will get in.

We were where we we had never been in our lives. Visitors--visiting even ourselves. The bats were part of the sun's machinery, Connected to the machinery of the flowers By the machinery of insects. The bats' meaning Oiled the unfailing logic of the earth. Cosmic requirement--on the wings of a goblin. A rebuke to our flutter of half-participation... Those bats had their eyes open. Unlike us, They knew how, and when, to detach themselves From the love that moves the sun and other stars.

Spiders don't chew. They send a special liquid into their prey. The prey's insides turn to mush. Then the spider sucks up its tasty lunch!

Kirie, did you know that female mosquitoes are the only ones who suck blood? And only when they're carrying a batch of eggs. They need the blood so their eggs will develop and...

And the roaches. The roaches were so bold in his flat that turning on the lights did not startle them. They waved their three-inch antennas as if to say, Hey, puto, turn that shit off.

My painting is not violent, it's life that is violent. Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves, the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life. We are born with a scream; we come into life with a scream and maybe love is a mosquito net between the fear of living and the fear of death.

Ravens and crows. Rats Mists and clouds. Insects and corruption. Strange events and odd occurrences. The ordinary twisted and strange. Wonders! The dead are beginning to walk and some see them. Others do not, but more and more, we all fear the night. These have been our days. They rain upon us beneath a dead sky, crushing us with their fury, until as one we beg: "Let it begin!" -Journal of the Unknown Scholar, entry for The Feast of Freia, 1000 NE

Mizzy gave me a little wave, but otherwise completely abandoned me as I was pulled through the crowd. To the dancing. I guess that's what you'd call it. It looked like everyone had insects in their shirts and were trying really hard to get them out. I'd seen dancing in movies, and it had looked a lot more ... coordinated than this.

The humped bladderwort has yellow, snapdragon-like flowers, and it's actually carnivorous, capable of trapping and eating not just insects but even tadpoles and tiny fish.

Actually, I have this random fear, and it's of bees and wasps. Bees and wasps actually scare me just a little bit. I'd rather have a snake or a crocodile, yes... I appreciate them, and I love them, but I have a slight fear.

Can I eat bugs? Yes no problem.

Cicadas, buckling and unbuckling their stomach muscles, yield the sound of someone sharpening scissors. Fall field crickets, the thermometer hounds, add high-pitched tinkling chirps to the jazz, and their call quickens with warm weather, slows again with cool.

There's this shop in New York I go to; it has bones and fossils and insects that are like works of art. I have a few on my wall.

Insects are living metaphors for me. They are so alien and so remote and so perfect, but also they are emotionless; they don't have any human or mammalian instincts. They'll eat their young at the drop of a hat; they can eat your house! There's no empathy - none.

It is no doubt technically possible to study metabolism and respiration of fishes during swimming at a constant rate, and of certain insects and birds during flight, and to obtain information similar to that obtained on man during work on a bicycle ergometer or a treadmill.

Head lice have their own animal-rights group, or may as well. The National Pediculosis Association doesn't exactly advocate letting lice live with dignity, but it does oppose pediculicidal treatments.

I grew up watching 'Star Trek.' I love 'Star Trek.' 'Star Trek' made me want to see alien creatures, creatures from a far-distant world. But basically, I figured out that I could find those alien creatures right on Earth. And what I do is I study insects.

The ant finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.

I hear Seven Cities natives grow fruit just so they can eat the larvae in them.

I just can't grasp the concept of sleeping outside with insects when I have a beautiful home with a really comfy bed!

My parent's house, to be honest, is like a snail's disco. It's a fine house but my parents are very eccentric. Also that house might be built on an Ancient Egyptian burial ground or something, because the plague of insects that hit that house as we were growing up.

More birds on a farm mean fewer insects, but most birds won't venture more than a couple hundred yards from the safety of cover. Like many species, their preferred habitat is the edge between forest and field. The biodiversity of the forest edge also helps control predators. As long as the weasels and coyotes have plenty of chipmunks and voles to eat, they're less likely to venture out and prey on the chickens.

Caffeine does, in fact, shrink the appetite and discombobulate insect brains...The caffeinated spiders [in a certain study] spun a strangely cubist and utterly ineffective web, with oblique angles, openings big enough to let small birds through, and completely lacking symmetry or center. (The web was far more fanciful than the ones spun by spiders given cannabis or LSD.)