Insectoid Quotes & Sayings

I think we can all agree that this deaf elf sure plays a mean pinball. — Rick Riordan

Like it or not, we are all insectoid aliens burrowing within our urbaniod bodies.
Timothy Leary — H.R. Giger

The choreographer cannot deliberately make a ballet to appeal to an audience, he has to start from personal inspirations. He has to trust the ballet, to let it stand on its own strengths or fall on its weaknesses. If it reaches the audience, then he is lucky that round! — Gerald Arpino

She will not sit down after, when we all collapse on the mats, our sweaty limbs crisscrossing. She will not sit down, will not let the steel slip from between her shoulders. She has so much pride that, even if I'm weary of her, of her fighting ways, her gauntlet-tossing, I can't say there isn't something else that beams in me. An old ember licked to fresh fire again. Beth, the old Beth, before high school, before Ben Trammel, all the boys and self-sorrow, the divorce and the adderall and the suspensions. — Megan Abbott

I always felt caged, closed in, like I was punching at things that weren't there. I always had too much energy for the room I was in. — Angelina Jolie

The interlocking network of stalks and branches and creepers was skeletal, the fossil yard of an extinct species of fineboned insectoid creatures. all of these bones, then, seemed to have been stained by sun and earth from an original living white to brown, and not the tough fibrous flower and seed-spilling green they actually once had been. Howard wondered about a man who had never seen summer, a winter man, examining the weeds and making this inference
that he was looking at an ossuary. the man would take that as true and base his ideas of the world on that mistake. — Paul Harding

Who taught you to hate yourself? — Malcolm X

You have people who know you are competent enough to do your job and then you have the ones that just hover around. — Sarah Gadon

A friend who loved perfection would be the perfect friend, did not that love shut his door on me. — Logan Pearsall Smith

Four of the roses were on fire.
They stood up straight and pure on the stalk, gripping the dark like prophets
and howling colossal intimacies
from the back of their fused throats.
- XXVII. MITWELT — Anne Carson

You are a human mind again, pretending to be a human being, interacting with another mind, playing a drama called love. — Eckhart Tolle

When I got to filmmaking, the most democratic of environments where anybody could say anything, those were the best environments, but what you don't want to assume is that you know what the audience is thinking. — Rick Moranis

We have trouble with death. We think it's un-American. We think it won't catch us. Not for us the screaming and wailing, the tearing of hair, the wearing of sackcloth and ashes. These things are thought to be "self-indulgent" - a word favored by those who most manifest it. But what is self-indulgent? What does it mean? Does it mean indulging the self to prevent its being extinguished? Does it mean holding on to one's personhood when in danger of being swept away, being swept into impersonal eternity? If so, we should indulge our screams and wails. We should give ourselves space to indulge our mourning for the individual. Whatever eternity may offer, my hunch is it won't offer individuality. Maybe this is good. Maybe individuality is pain, but let's at least mourn it when we give it up. — Erica Jong

DONOVAN: Court's a good leader. He doesn't hold my hand or treat anyone like a child. He's kicked a few *sses when guys went off script to make their own moves. Once he even scared the sh*t out of one of the older guys. — Bijou Hunter

We are dealing with the best-educated generation in history. But they've got a brain dressed up with nowhere to go. — Timothy Leary

A group of giant insectoid creatures floated to the area near the stage. One of them spoke in a series of clicks that the language master knew instantly.
"Play hard and fast hairless monkeys!"
Greeg shouted, "We're Transmitted Infections from the inner-worlds and this is punk fucking rock!"
Crash hit a crunching , distorted guitar note. the Slugs spit in happiness at the sound of the guitar. Greeg liked a species with a love for badass music. He was sure this would be a great show. — David Agranoff