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Cats. You can't live with them, and the fur's too thin for a rug.
Men. You can't live with them, you can't ... no. That's about it.
I don't like rats, but there's not much else I don't like. The problem with rats is they have no fear of human beings, they're loaded with foul diseases, they would run the place given half the chance, and I've had them leap out of a lavatory while I've been sitting on it.
In South Florida, we have industrial cockroaches that have to be equipped with loud warning beepers so you can get out of their way when they back up.
Women. Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em.
What is a bird if it can't fly? It might as well be a cockroach.
Toronto's already ass-deep in cockroaches and conservatives; what's one more lower life-form?
Short-sighted men who in their greed and selfishness will, if permitted, rob our country of half its charm by their reckless extermination of all useful and beautiful wild things ...
Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings.
My apartment is infested with koala bears. It's the cutest infestation ever. Way better than cockroaches. When I turn on the light a bunch of koala bears scatter. But I don't want 'em to, you know, I'm like "Hey, hold on, fellas. Let me hold one of you. And feed you a leaf."
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
Women; can't live with em, can't kill em
Negativity. Mankind's most widespread plague.
Spiders ... the spiders ... they want me to tap-dance. And I don't want to tap-dance!
You foul evil little cockroach!
Women! Can't live with 'em, can't live with 'em!
I am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical.
Men. And their no-good, fool-headed proposals.
The psychologist, Paul Rozin, an expert on disgust, observed that a single cockroach will completely wreck the appeal of a bowl of cherries, but a cherry will do nothing at all for a bowl of cockroaches.
What kind of maggot grows in the corpse of a day?
Why do I hate spiders? Gods, who doesn't? What a stupid question.
What has crawled up your butt and died? (Tabitha)
How little it takes to make life unbearable: a pebble in the shoe, a cockroach in the spaghetti, a woman's laugh.
The worst things I knows of is rattlesnakes and some kinds o' people. And a rattlesnake minds his own matters if he ain't bothered. A man's got a right to kill ary thing, snake or man, comes messin' up with him.
worms and bugs. They climbed up the
I'm horrified of lobsters. And shrimp and lobsters are the cockroaches of the ocean.
The clouds, - the only birds that never sleep.
I am informed that 5,000 cockroaches were used in the filming of Joe's Apartment. That depresses me, but not as much as the news that none of them were harmed during the production.
They're disgusting. Those papery wings and their stupid bug bodies ...
Creatures that hang themselves up like an old rag, to sleep;
And disgustingly upside down.
Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags
And grinning in their sleep.
Bats!
dropping spiders
But however secure and well-regulated civilized life may become, bacteria, Protozoa, viruses, infected fleas, lice, ticks, mosquitoes, and bedbugs will always lurk in the shadows ready to pounce when neglect, poverty, famine, or war lets down the defenses.
Fucking zombies. They're almost as bad as tarantulas.
Poltroons, cowards, skulkers and dastards.
Women, can't live with them, can't live without them.
Shit, I forgot. This time of the afternoon the bar's probably shut. Half the staff has gone sick again. Mono, I think. Well, let's go look anyway; we might be lucky. We can't go up to my room
it's full of bugs.'
Which kind?'
Both.
Ants in the house seem to be, not intruders, but the owners.
The smallest minds and the selfishest souls and the cowardliest hearts that God makes.
What the common man cannot understand he hates.
Snakes and bastards!
Animals, I think. We're animals.
The cockroach and the bird were both here long before we were. Both could.
Poverty, the most fearful monster that ever drew breath.
My biggest pet peeve is inconsiderate people.
Nature's fortuitous manifestation of her purposeless objectionableness.
The Mollusks - generous hosts when they weren't trying to kill you.
There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't.
Men, I say, but better to call them human spiders that go crawling in between and under the tables with rags in their hands, ..from the reader's choice about MK Gandhi and his works for the regeneration of human kind.
Our houses are hosts to these creatures which are ultra-tiny (so small they were only first discovered in 1965) which live in human carpets, in our beds, on our food, floating in the air, in fact, they are omnipresent.
Homo sapiens, which as far as I can tell is only another way of saying weaponised chimpanzees who are hellbent on tearing their cage apart without realising it's not a cage, it's their fucking life support they're shredding.
Sunlight dusts them; Water is damp; Crosses pain them; And beheadings cause cramps -
They are stupid, they are beasts, they are meat, they are death. I am talking simply but without any affectation.
Humanity ... I'm a humanity lover. All the broken bastards ...
Tiny parasites inside you, big parasites outside you, people living from your work even though they stay on the other side of the world, making you do it by the force of laws and guns. Laws like mistletoe!
I should like to know what people fear the most: whatever is contrary to their usual habits, I imagine.
Women - always in trouble with them, but can't live without them.
Both the cockroach and the bird would get along very well without us, although the cockroach would miss us most.
It began as this desire to do this science fiction movie about perhaps one of the last insects left that nobody's done anything on, which is the cockroach - and truly one of the most frightening insects.
The only things I could kill with ease were bugs and even then only the tiny ones the big ones crunched too much and made me feel all guilty and icked out.
The inexorable boredom that is at the core of life.
Long after the bomb falls and you and your good deeds are gone, cockroaches will still be here, prowling the streets like armored cars.
Red ants that had a sour farty smell when they were squashed.
I fear one thing most of all which is stupidity.
People who say that small things don't bother them have never slept in a room with a mosquito.
Bug on the wall.
There are things that are worse than glass and crocodiles.
Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains.
People ugly from ignorance and broken from being poor.
Birds I am fine with - spiders are an entirely different matter.
A sickness known as hate; not a virus, not a microbe, not a germ - but a sickness nonetheless, highly contagious, deadly in its effects. Don't look for it in the Twilight Zone - look for it in a mirror. Look for it before the light goes out altogether.
Man, they got mosquitoes 'round this place big enough to rape a chicken.
psycho monsters.
The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can.
Life. Too much of it, and not enough. The fear that it will end some day, and the fear that tomorrow will be the same as yesterday.
Ants and savages put strangers to death.
You turn the light on, you get all kinds of bugs.
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
We fucked, Ms. Lane. Even cockroaches fuck. They eat each other, too.
To insects--sensual lust.
peccadillo. So far as my observation goes, men
Mosquitoes bite you as if they are in some kind of love with you.
Of all bugs, growing up I just loved the pill bugs. They roll up, you play with them, you wait for them to open up, and then when you touch them they roll up again. I just love that.
As every cockroach knows, thriving on poisons is the secret of success.
Write about what you're afraid of.
Think of me as the praying mantis of the supernatural world.
Aren't those the bugs that bite the heads off the males? Link looked skeptical.
Yes. Then they eat them
The fuckers. There, I feel better. God-damned human race. There, I feel better.
the ladies, young or old. There is no resisting a cockade,
What is man's chief enemy? Each man is his own.
If there's one thing I can't bear, it's when hundreds of old men come creeping in through the window in the middle of the night and throw all manner of garbage over me. I can't bear that.
Flies are so mighty that they win battles, paralyse our minds, eat up our bodies.
Vampires. Honestly, they're like children sometimes.
Humanity, you never had it to begin with.
Exploitation, mutilation, mutations, confirmation to the evils of the world.
Humanity is worse than flies.
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
I hate rats. I had a pet rat to try and overcome it. I even gave him mouth-to mouth resuscitation when he had a heart attack. But I couldn't conquer it.
Mountain bats, those massive serpentine creatures of myth. Those ancient scavengers of the battlefield.
Socialism, Communism, clandestine societies, Bible societies ... pests of this sort must be destroyed by all means.
Humans. Sometimes they make chimps look smart.
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?