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“James gave the huffle of a snail in danger. And nobody heard him at all.”
― A.A. Milne

“It seemed far more reasonable to belong to a species that had evolved natural tooth replacement than to belong to one that had developed the dental profession.”
― Elisabeth Tova Bailey, The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating

“He sat looking at it with his eyes protruding in the manner popularized by snails, looking like something stuffed by a taxidermist who had learned his job from a correspondence course and had only got as far as lesson three.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Plum Pie

“The intriguing placidity from the slothful pace of a snail is truly very peaceful. Our world is in need of this calmness to pacify itself”
― Munia Khan

“At the pet store he picked out two painted turtles, each about as big around as a mayonnaise-jar lid. He bought them a large kidney shaped dish that had its own little island, a plastic palm tree, some aquatic plants, and a snail. The snail, presumably, to bolster the self-esteem of the turtles: "You think we're slow? Look at that guy." To store up the snail's morale in the same way, there was a rock.”
― Christopher Moore

“Since we're all snails riding on the razor's edge, we might as well say it as it is.”
― Peter Tieryas, United States of Japan

“Surely you're joking Theodore?' he protested. 'You mean to say that each snail is both a male and a female?'

'Yes indeed,' said Theodore, adding with masterly understatement, 'it's very curious.'

'Good God,' cried Larry. 'I think it's unfair. All those damned slimy things wandering about seducing each other like mad all over the bushes, and having the pleasures of both sensations. Why couldn't such a gift be given to the human race? That's what I want to know.”
― Gerald Durrell, Birds, Beasts and Relatives

“und diese war so lebendig und so gesprächig und machte sich aus seiner Gegenwart und aus seiner Schüchternheit so wenig, daß er unbehilflich und ein wenig beleidigt die Fühler einzog und sich verkroch, wie eine vom Wagenrad gestreifte Wegschnecke.”
― Hermann Hesse, Beneath the Wheel

“Feel this,â€� says Harold Bazin, and crouches and brings her hand to a curved wall which is completely studded with snails. Hundreds of them. Thousands.
“So many,� she whispers.
“I don’t know why. Maybe because they’re safe from gulls? Here, feel this, I’ll turn it over.â€� Hundreds of tiny, squirming hydraulic feet beneath a horny, ridged top: a sea star. “Blue mussels here. And here’s a dead stone crab, can you feel his claw?”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“Ever since she was a young girl, [Patricia Highsmith] had felt an extraordinary empathy for animals, particularly cats. The creatures, she said, 'provide something for writers that humans cannot: companionship that makes no demands or intrusions, that is as restful and ever-changing as a tranquil sea that barely moves'. Her affection for cats was 'a constant as was feline companionship wherever her domestic situation permitted,' says Kingsley. 'As for animals in general, she saw them as individual personalities often better behaved, and endowed with more dignity and honesty than humans. Cruelty to or neglect of any helpless living creature could turn her incandescent with rage.' Janice Robertson remembers how [...] Highsmith was walking through the streets of Soho when she saw a wounded pigeon lying in the gutter. 'Pat decided there and then that this pigeon should be rescued,' says Janice. 'Although I think Roland persuaded her that it was past saving, she really was distraught. She couldn't bear to see animals hurt.' Bruno Sager, Highsmith's carer at the end of her life, recalls the delicacy with which the writer would take hold of a spider which had crawled into the house, making sure to deposit it safely in her garden. 'For her human beings were strange - she thought she would never understand them - and perhaps that is why she liked cats and snails so much,' he says.”
― Andrew Wilson, Patricia Highsmith, ζωή στο σκοτάδι

“Who we choose to befriend symbolizes the strange dichotomy of our world. We're all snails living on the razor's edge.”
― Peter Tieryas, Mecha Samurai Empire

“...We are all snails on the razor's edge, trying in our little ways to dull the pain for ourselves and, if we're fortunate, others as well.”
― Peter Tieryas, Cyber Shogun Revolution

“I recalled the time he tricked me into eating a live snail, explaining that snails were a delicacy in France, and if I were to develop a true palate, I had to eat one. It wasn't until later that I learned they were, indeed, delicious, but one didn't just pick up a snail from the garden and put a dash of salt on it. Snails we're eaten after a long curing process and served after they were baked in loads of butter, garlic, and parsley- les escargots de Bourgogne.”
― Samantha Verant, The Secret French Recipes of Sophie Valroux

“Like snails, humans are born small but sturdy. While we are shaped by our circumstances, our essence—temperament, traits, and talents—remain with us as we age. Over time, our spirit and strength grow with us like a snail’s shell.”
― Sabrina Moyle, Escargot for It!: A Snail’s Guide to Finding Your Own Trail & Shell-ebrating Success

“The Crowned Snail by Stewart Stafford

The vortex-shelled snail,
Hermit rider of the dome,
Silver trails cross the garden,
This green, perennial home.

Playing Russian Roulette,
With giant feet or wheels,
Survivor of stone attacks,
Battering rams birds wield.

A journey with no beginning,
Nor a destination to travel to,
Snug in his fortress castle,
A crowned king, incognito.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“We now know that the proverbial snail's pace is compelled to be so by pedal mucus, which is so powerfully adhesive â€� even when serving as a lubricant â€� that the creature is hard-pressed to free itself from the slime, and the slime in turn is difficult to remove from the ground.”
― Susanne Wedlich, Slime: A Natural History