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My bugs don't have bugs.Bugs-- Eoin Colfer
Insects are what neurosis would sound like, if neurosis could make a noise with its nose.
There are 400,000 species of beetles on this planet, but only 8,000 species of mammals.
The careful insect 'midst his works I view,
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew,
With golden treasures load his little thighs,
And steer his distant journey through the skies.
30. Insects
The fly should have been included in my list of hateful things; for such an odious creature does not belong with ordinary insects ...
A faint tickling on the back of his right hand caused Eragon to look down. A huge, wingless cricket clung to his glove. The insect was hideous: black and bulbous, with barbed legs and a massive skull-like head. Its carapace gleamed like oil.
Insects all business all the time.
Treat all people-even the most unsightly beetles-as though they were angels sent from heaven.
In the description of night in Macbeth, the beetle and the bat detract from the general idea of darkness - inspissated gloom.
A Gossip is a dung beetle in disguise ....
As you lay on a summer's day
In a cool and shady place,
Don't look up into the skies;
Instead look down and squint your eyes.
Squint your eyes so very tight,
And if you wish with all your might,
You'll find the land of More-Than-Small.
In this land live buggs
that's all!
I love insects. They are amazing.
I've become a much more serious young insect.
It's a jolly little junior vermin!
At some point, some insect has had sex with a leaf.
I had been wrong about him Tuesday when I figured that he had always been fifty years old and always would be. He had already put on at least five years, and he had shrunk. Instead of tagging him a neat little squirt I would now call him a magnified beetle.
He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
Bug?" Jenks shouted, incensed. "You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you?
I've seen many a small life meet its doom at the end of a beak in our yard, not just beetles and worms but salamanders and wild-eyed frogs. (The "free-range vegetarian hens" testimony on an egg-carton label is perjury, unless someone's trained them with little shock collars.)
Now it's the bee... Gees! Bees are now endangered species... Without them life won't be sweet!
With enough eyes, all bugs are shallow.
Beelzebug n. Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
When a blind beetle crawls over the surface of the globe, he doesn't realize that the track he has covered is curved. I was lucky enough to have spotted it.
Moth, that wasn't very nice.
Everything that Mr Smallweed's grandfather ever put away in his mind was a grub at first, and is a grub at last. In all his life he has never bred a single butterfly.
I'm writing a film called 'Bug.' It's an original script, and it's not about killer insects. It's a thriller set in a high school. The bug of the title refers to a surveillance device.
In the sago palms, you'll often find sago beetles which are about the size of your little finger. The Karowai put those on the fire until they're crispy and eat them. They taste a little bit like creamy snails. But compared to sago, the sago beetle is really pretty good.
I was born under that star, the dung-beetle star.
In my youth, I spent my time investigating insects.
I'm a big cartoon fan! Bugs is my favorite.
Little soldier, little insect You know war it has no heart It will kill you in the sunshine Or happily in the the dark Where kindness is a card game Or a bent up cigarette In the trenches, in the hard rain With a bullet and a bet.
loud laughter mixed with the chirp of crickets. A moth hit
Specialization is for insects.
An entomologist is not a bug.
He who helps destroy the boll-weevil has done as constructive work as he who plants the seed.
Bug on the wall.
Little mirrors were attached to the front of their cars, at which they glanced to see where they had been; then they stared ahead again. I had thought that only beetles had this delusion of Progress.
The insect-youth are on the wing,
Eager to taste the honied spring,
And float amid the liquid noon!
Given enough eyeballs, all bugs are shallow.
They took a baseball bat and whacked open his head. Mummy Boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead. Inside of his head were no candy or prizes, just a few stray beetles of various sizes.
There's always the dinner rolls," said Will, pointing to a covered basket. "Though I warn you, they're as hard as stones. You could use them to kill black beetles, if any beetles bother you in the middle of the night.
A worm tells summer better than the clock,
The slug's a living calendar of days;
What shall it tell me if a timeless insect
Says the world wears away?
Bugs have always loved me.
Do flies trapped in amber scream?
I am dying by inches, from not having any body to talk to about insects ...
Watching copulating dung-beetles is exciting if you drink enough Red Bull, Jack.
This man is the bee's knees, Arthur, he is the wasp's nipples. He is, I would go so far as to say, the entire set of erogenous zones of every major flying insect of the Western world.
It's weird how me and that insect are miles apart in terms of lifestyle, yet we both like a biscuit.
For Tim Burton's birthday I gave him a rainbow beetle. He loved it!
'Beetlejuice' was a romp, man. 'Beetlejuice' was fun. I've never had so much fun in my life.
A bug lies in quiet repose;
when he passed no one knows.
Did he suffer, was he pained?
Before he died, was knowledge gained?
Were all life's pressures much too great.To put upon so small a weight?
Although not one for pessimism,
I think he died of journalism!
The Polito form is dead, insect. Are you afraid? What is it you fear? The end of your trivial existence? When the history of my glory is written, your species shall only be a footnote to my magnificence.
All I want to know is why a party of Fey wanted to kill me," I said
heatedly.
The beetle's lips twisted enough to show fang. "Doesn't everyone?"
Radu hustled me out the door before I could find out if the vamp's plump
little carcass would fit into his overstuffed desk.
Insect, pup, or rat. It certainly seems to me that you don't know what he is, so maybe you should leave him alone...
'Gracious, Lorelei, you should have kept your mouth shut! Why not just call him a smelly rhinoceros wart while you're at it?' (Lorelei)
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
I have come to know Bugs so well that I no longer have to think about what he is doing in any situation.
What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us theirs?
Bentley is a good bee with a shaky sense of direction and an appetite for mayhem. Just don't call him a drone. He hates that.
It may be argued that to know one kind of beetle is to know them all. But a species is not like a molecule in a cloud of molecules-it is a unique population.
The best thing about bugs is their lack of self consciousness, also the ability to fly doesn't hurt.
I wanted to be Beetlejuice. I watched nonstop 'Beetlejuice' and 'The Princess Bride' growing up.
Caterpillar sheds it's skin to find a butterfly within.
Weaving spiders, come not here, Hence, you long legged spinners, hence! Beetles black, approach not here, worm nor snail, do no offense.
It was curious how that beetlelike type proliferated in the Ministries: little dumpy men, growing stout very early in life, with short legs, swift scuttling movements, and fat inscrutable faces with very small eyes. It was the type that seemed to flourish best under the dominion of the Party.
You know, I'm really starting to hate the insect life around here," he
muttered. "Next time, remind me to bring a can of Off!"
-Puck
He wasn't Bugs without the gags we gave him.
Quickly, say something unfeeling. Mock my letters. Threaten my beetles. Just do something, anything reprehensible.
He was a bee in a stone honeycomb, and someone had cut off his wings.
I slammed the doors open a little harder than I needed to, stalked out to the Blue Beetle, and drove away with all the raging power the ancient four-cylinder engine should muster. Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away.
Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning's gentle wine! Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; 'Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
When we finish up with this planet the insects will take over. You may not think it, seeing all this fair land, but the days of the human race are numbered. The insects are waiting their turn.
I'm a nature bug.
A centipede the size of a Pontiac had once lived in the bottom-right corner of the trunk but had long since moved on once he realized that no one was ever going to bother him, so he could stand up on his hind hundred feet, hiss like a pissed cat, and deliver a deadly bite to a naked foot.
If you stand a lantern under a tree every insect in the forest creeps up to it - a curious assembly, since though they scramble and swing and knock their heads against the glass, they seem to have no purpose - something senseless inspires them.
They're disgusting. Those papery wings and their stupid bug bodies ...
Insect life was so loud that when you parked the car and got out it sounded as if you had suddenly tuned into a radio frequency from another planet.
Don't diss the caterpillar and then sweat it when it starts to turn into a beautiful butterfly.
Oh, go sting the BumbleBee.
The transformation scene, where man is becoming insect and insect has become at least man and beyond that - a flying, godlike, shimmering, diaphanous, beautiful creature.
And pray, who are you?"
Said the Violet blue
To the Bee, with surprise,
At his wonderful size,
In her eyeglass of dew.
"I, madam," quoth he,
"Am a publican Bee,
Collecting the tax
Of honey and wax.
Have you nothing for me?
Even without seeing the crickets, grasshoppers, cicadas and katydids, we hear them shrilling in this season and trust that they're the tiny living gargoyles entomologists claim.
THE GRACKLE
The
I was really interested in collecting insects.
That is the Wasp, yes. But it was captured by Black Stache, and he's coming for this ship now."
"And how do you know that?" asked Slank. "Did a seagull tell you?" This brought chuckles from the crew.
Something like that, thought Peter.
The early fly gets the cadaver
My 10th Sonata is a sonata of insects. Insects are born from the sun ... they are the sun's kisses.
One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous bug ...
I was much entertained last summer with a tame bat, which would take flies out of a person's hand.
I'm a bat, want to see me fly?
No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity
I know that you are a mere flea! I know that you need only be squashed to be done away with! I know that I have fought this same battle a thousand thousand times before ... but, perhaps this time I can crush you like the insect you are!
Who are YOU? said the Caterpillar.
Who when examining in the cabinet of the entomologist the gay and exotic butterflies, and singular cicadas, will associate with these lifeless objects, the ceaseless harsh music of the latter, and the lazy flight of the former - the sure accompaniments of the still, glowing noonday of the tropics.
How could anyone presume to know the world through the eyes of an insect?
But to the world no bugbear is so great, As want of figure and a small estate.
The middle age of buggers is not to be contemplated without horror.
Bugrit! Millennium Hand and Shrimp
A constant flickering confetti of butterflies showered the town of Darwin. Designer insects, I think of them now: there was something enormously wasteful, extravagant even, about the profusion of patterns and shapes and brilliant colours.
I always thought what made 'Beetlejuice' look so great was because it looked like some genius kid made it in his basement.
The black insect-dead eyes in her suety, pockmarked face gaze at him