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“She asks me to kill the spider.
Instead, I get the most
peaceful weapons I can find.

I take a cup and a napkin.
I catch the spider, put it outside
and allow it to walk away.

If I am ever caught in the wrong place
at the wrong time, just being alive
and not bothering anyone,

I hope I am greeted
with the same kind
of mercy.”
― Rudy Francisco, Helium

“And the spiders?"
"Still there."
"But?"
"But I can have spiders in my head as long as I don't let them consume me.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“I excel at pulling strings!â€� said Arachne. “I’m a spider!”
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

“I take my hat off to you â€� or I would, if I were not afraid of showering you in spiders.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

“Favorite Quotations.
I speak my mind because it hurts to bite my tongue.
The worth of a book is measured by what you carry away from it.
It's not over till it's over.
Imagination is everything.
All life is an experiment.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls the butterfly.”
― Pat Frayne, Tales of Topaz the Conjure Cat: Part I Topaz and the Evil Wizard & Part II Topaz and the Plum-Gista Stone

“The spider's web: She finds an innocuous corner in which to spin her web. The longer the web takes, the more fabulous its construction. She has no need to chase. She sits quietly, her patience a consummate force; she waits for her prey to come to her on their own, and then she ensnares them, injects them with venom, rendering them unable to escape. Spiders â€� so needed and yet so misunderstood.”
― Donna Lynn Hope

“Spiders so large they appear to be wearing the pelts of small mammals.”
― Dave Barry

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Moody jerked his wand, and the spider rose onto two of its hind legs and went into what was unmistakably a tap dance.
Everyone was laughing � everyone except Moody.
“Think it’s funny, do you?� he growled. “You’d like it, would you, if I did it to you?�
The laughter died away almost instantly.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Spider venom comes in many forms. It can often take a long while to discover the full effects of the bite. Naturalists have pondered this for years: there are spiders whose bite can cause the place bitten to rot and to die, sometimes more than a year after it was bitten. As to why spiders do this, the answer is simple. It's because spiders think this is funny, and they don't want you ever to forget them.”
― Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

“No one knows, incidentally, why Australia's spiders are so extravagantly toxic; capturing small insects and injecting them with enough poison to drop a horse would appear to be the most literal case of overkill. Still, it does mean that everyone gives them lots of space.”
― Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country

“I'll stop eating steak when you stop killing spiders." Absurdity: comparing cows to spiders. Arachnids are pure evil. They're like a cigarette manufacturer or a terrorist. They're organized religion on eight legs.”
― Davey Havok, Pop Kids

“Like delicate lace,
So the threads intertwine,
Oh, gossamer web
Of wond'rous design!
Such beauty and grace
Wild nature produces...
Ughh, look at the spider
Suck out that bug's juices!”
― Bill Watterson, Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat

“Whoever authorized the evolution of the spiders of Australia should be summarily dragged out into the street and shot.”
― Mira Grant, How Green This Land, How Blue This Sea

“It's spider season. Every year, right about now, thousands of the godless eight-legged bastards emerge from the bowels of hell (or the garden, whichever's nearest) with the sole intention of tormenting humankind.”
― Charlie Brooker

“It was no mean trick doing the wiring with those mittens on. But I managed it and crawled out, batting spiders into the shadows. I could hear a thud as they hit the floor joists, then a scuttling sound, then, worst of all, the silence of spiders.”
― Bailey White, Mama Makes Up Her Mind and Other Dangers of Southern Living

“There was less than I’d expected in the rainy-day fund that Mom had kept in the bottom of an underwear drawer in a panty hose egg labeled ‘DEAD SPIDERS.â€� As if I hadn’t always known it was there. As if I wouldn’t want to look at dead spiders.”
― Adam Rex

“Babe, I nearly shot Skid in the ass one time because a spider fell on me while I was holding a gun,â€� I finally managed to say. “Those things freak me right the hell out. They got eight fuckinâ€� legs, and that ain’t natural. That’s some Dr. Seuss shit right there.”
― Joanna Wylde, Devil's Game

“What you’re saying is this spider, with a brain the size of strawberry seed, hid in your car with its face covered to avoid being gassed by insect spray.â€� He stood in front of me, laughing, peering down into my eyes. “And then, when the fumes dispersed, he set about plotting revenge. Once he’d come up with his plan, he exited your car and, even though he didn’t see which direction you went in, he found the front door because he knew you were inside this house.â€� Biting down on his bottom lip, Ric smirked. “Don’t you think, if he was as smart as all that, he’d have worn a mask before he ran out from under visor so you couldn’t recognise him on your doormat?”
― Zathyn Priest, One of Those Days

“Trust is the thread that binds us... and the rope that hangs us.”
― M.A. Carrick, The Mask of Mirrors

“Oh here's a nice one, he brown recluse spider. This once resides in wooded areas. In other words, next to my head while I'm sleeping. ' In a small number of cases, a bite from a brown recluse can produce organ damage with occasional fatalities.' "

"That's the worst-case scenario. how can it be? It's called a 'recluse'"

"It's been my experience that all recluses have a mean streak.”
― Yvonne Prinz, The Vinyl Princess

“Referring to Jumper the spider, who needs to hide himself in human form, and he's learning to act like a human.

"I'm sure I can learn to walk faster than that," he said desperately.
"But you'll also need to learn the nuances of human behavior. Such as not going around naked."
"What's wrong with being natural?" he demanded.
"Humans aren't natural. They are girt about by all manner of conventions. It will take time for you to catch up with them all.”
― Piers Anthony, Jumper Cable

“I am a ghost town, my body still exists among the remnants and relics, but no one lives here anymore. The locals moved out with the post office. The shelves at the corner store stand as tombstones marking the prices of items
that once waited for hands to toss them in their basket. Spiders and the remains of their kills fill the fluorescent lights. The crows don’t even stop on the wires when they fly over.”
― Anne Marie Wells, Survived By: A Memoir in Verse + Other Poems

“In a World Wide Web, who are the spiders and who are the flies?”
― Blake Janssen

“But was I purposely pushing the envelope and happy-dancing over the line in hopes of being found unworthy and stripped of my status?

That was... that would be incredibly irrational.

I could be quite irrational.

Like when I saw a spider, I behaved as if it were the size of a horse with the cold calculation of an assassin. That was irrational.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Math is linked in the popular mind with phobia and anxiety. You’d think we were discussing spiders.”
― Steven Strogatz

“Spiders aren't waterproof.”
― Cardeno C., Perfect Imperfections

“Now, my spiders and I endlessly weave the lace that adorns the trees without ever being disturbed, and the spiders whisper to those who stare at the trees: don't go into the woods, don't go into the woods. The sorceress's eyes are pretty, but dead.”
― Signe Maene, Flemish Folktales Retold: 36 Illustrated Folktales from Flanders

“Dr. Seward, may I ask a favour? I want to see your patient, Mr. Renfield.

Do let me see him. What you have said of him in your diary interests me so
much!"

She looked so appealing and so pretty that I could not refuse her, and there
was no possible reason why I should, so I took her with me. When I went into
the room, I told the man that a lady would like to see him, to which he simply
answered, "Why?"

"She is going through the house, and wants to see every one in it," I
answered.

"Oh, very well," he said, "let her come in, by all means, but just wait a
minute till I tidy up the place."

His method of tidying was peculiar, he simply swallowed all the flies and
spiders in the boxes before I could stop him. It was quite evident that he feared,
or was jealous of, some interference. When he had got through his disgusting
task, he said cheerfully, "Let the lady come in," and sat down on the edge of his
bed with his head down, but with his eyelids raised so that he could see her as
she entered.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“The first step was to restore confidence, so I asked him, speaking pretty loud so that he would hear me through his closed ears, "Would you like some sugar to get your flies around again?"

He seemed to wake up all at once, and shook his head. With a laugh he replied, "Not much! Flies are poor things, after all!" After a pause he added, "But I don't want their souls buzzing round me, all the same."

"Or spiders?" I went on.

"Blow spiders! What's the use of spiders? There isn't anything in them to eat or�" He stopped suddenly as though reminded of a forbidden topic.

"So, so!" I thought to myself, "this is the second time he has suddenly stopped at the word 'drink'. What does it mean?"

Renfield seemed himself aware of having made a lapse, for he hurried on, as though to distract my attention from it, "I don't take any stock at all in such matters. 'Rats and mice and such small deer,' as Shakespeare has it, 'chicken feed of the larder' they might be called. I'm past all that sort of nonsense. You might as well ask a man to eat molecules with a pair of chopsticks, as to try to interest me about the less carnivora, when I know of what is before me."

"I see," I said. "You want big things that you can make your teeth meet in? How would you like to breakfast on an elephant?"

"What ridiculous nonsense you are talking?" He was getting too wide awake, so I thought I would press him hard.

"I wonder," I said reflectively, "what an elephant's soul is like!"

The effect I desired was obtained, for he at once fell from his high-horse and became a child again.

"I don't want an elephant's soul, or any soul at all!" he said. For a few moments he sat despondently. Suddenly he jumped to his feet, with his eyes blazing and all the signs of intense cerebral excitement. "To hell with you and your souls!" he shouted. "Why do you plague me about souls? Haven't I got enough to worry, and pain, to distract me already, without thinking of souls?"

He looked so hostile that I thought he was in for another homicidal fit, so I blew my whistle.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“I am a hearth of spiders these days: a nest of trying.”
― Ada Limon, The Carrying