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Before we can master an enemy, we must know its name, its habits, and its place of abode.
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.
What we fear we often rage against.
Our creature comforts
rashers of bacon.
they run in among their own men to restrain their fury; and if any of their enemies see them or call to them, they are preserved by that means; and such as can come so near them as to touch their garments have not only their lives, but their fortunes secured to them;
I seek ... the means to fight injustice. To turn fear against those who prey on the fearful.
They terrify lest they should fear.
Desire denied consumes
Reproof is a medicine, like mercury or opium; if it be improperly administered, it will do harm instead of good.
Cherubs fan our foolish fires, filling hearts with mad desires. They prick our pride and haughtiness with quick, angelic naughtiness.
Protect me from what I want.
books. They are friends to the lonely, companions to the deserted, joy to the joyless, hope to the hopeless, good cheer to the disheartened, a helper to the helpless. They bring light into darkness, and sunshine into shadow.
From the dawn of agriculture until this very day, billions of humans armed with branches, swatters, shoes and poison sprays have waged relentless war against the diligent ants, furtive roaches, adventurous spiders and misguided beetles that constantly infiltrate the human domicile. For
Words, they climb all over you/'Til they uncover you From where you hide.
They're creepy shadow things. I didn't realize they needed proper motivation to kill.
The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.
Stuffed creatures, come to life and attack werewolves.
An emotion: *pokes its head through the mountain of suppression I've buried it under*
Me, beating it with a stick: Back! Back!
On the single strand of wire strung to bring our house electricity, grackles and starlings neatly punctuated an invisible sentence.
Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.
Things. Cosas. Things attach themselves like leeches to the human soul, then they bleed out the sweetness and the music and the primordial joy of being unencumbered upon the land.
A brand-new pair of toe shoes presents itself to us as an enemy with a will of its own that must be tamed.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability
To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here
All unquiet things,
which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs
Many evil things there are that your strong walls and bright swords do not stay.
With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
We must rid the world of the scourge of these agents of death and destruction
A fortress against ideas and against the
Shuddering insidious shock of the theory-vendors
The little sardine men crammed in a monster toy
Who tilt their aggregate beast against our crumbling Troy.
Retreat"
"I can't explain why I did these things, except to say that I carry a little imp inside me whose ambrosia is my brother's wrath.
Calories," Emily said on a sigh. "The evil tiny creatures that live in my closet and sew my clothes a little tighter every night.
THE GRACKLE
The
All the objects pursued by the multitude not only bring no remedy that tends to preserve our being, but even act as hinderances, causing the death not seldom of those who possess them, and always of those who are possessed by them.
things riding mules
- What are those?
- Teeth. Wood.
- But w ...
- I like to bite them back.
My objects dream and wear new costumes,
compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands
and the sea that bangs in my throat.
Evoke at painful junctures, when discouragement threatens to raise its head, the image of a vast cretinous mouth, red blubber and slobbering, in solitary confinement, extruding indefatigably, with a noise of wet kisses and washing in a tub, the words that obstruct it.
My feet, they haul me Round the House, They hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to steer them, and They Ride me Everywheres.
Snakes and bastards!
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.
What resists, persists.
But who guards the guardians?
We sack, we ransack to the utmost sands
Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands:
We travel sea and soil; we pry, and prowl,
We progress, and we prog from pole to pole.
He'd swiftly collected those monsters' heads, tying them together with a piece of the rope she'd hoped never to see again, then strung them over his shoulder. Periodically, he offered his catch to her.
"No, no, I have a pair just like them at home," she'd said. "I would just regift them.
I fear the vermin that shall undermineSenate and citadel and school and shrine.
That the clematis are climbing the wall
Like hermit crabs, addictions are resourceful impersonators hidden in vacated snail shells, protecting soft bodies in borrowed homes. Not
Through and through the inspired leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But, oh! respect his lordship's taste,
And spare his golden bindings.
Goats and monkies!
The creature all men on Arrakis fear, you treat it like a riding animal.
What you resist, persists
Nature! We are surrounded by her and locked in her clasp: powerless to leave her, and powerless to come closer to her. Unasked and unwarned she takes us up into the whirl of her dance, and hurries on with us till we are weary and fall from her arms.
They were the worst threats to a home, for they offered ease and thought and companionship as opposed to neatness, order, and properness
What nourishes me, destroys me
stirs the fire below them with a steel pole; a
The black and merciless things that are behind the great possessions.
So, pop quiz, Mr. Parrish. Three things that appear in the vicinity of ley lines?" "Black dogs," Adam said indulgently. "Demonic presences." "Camaros," Ronan inserted.
the remnants of wars
But one creature said at last, I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.
One would like to know, what were foes made for except to be used?
I've lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes
Now though thy friendly hand has brushed 'em from me, Yet still they crawl offensive to mine eyes: I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.
Since sane people rarely surround themselves with furnishings which they personally find repellent, it is logical to assume that it will generate a bit of goodwill to enthuse about those they have ...
Traitors."
"People," Marsh said. "People who were just trying to do the best with what life gave them."
"Well, I'm just doing the same thing," Kelsier said. "And, fortunately, life gave me the ability to push men like them off the tops of buildings.
Home pulls. It draws you back to tell you you don't belong.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
A tight fear, like a fishing line, hooked upon something that must, inevitably, be dragged from the depths. (Margret)
The Mollusks - generous hosts when they weren't trying to kill you.
A little roving, solitary thing.
Martyred plants from their shrouds. Their mouths
The people who can destroy a thing, they control it.
One of the neighbors found Nasreddin scattering crumbs all around his house. "Why are you doing that?" he asked. "I'm keeping the tigers away," replied Nasreddin. "But there aren't any tigers around here," said the neighbor. "That's right," said Nasreddin. "You see how well it works?
Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud, Hatch out.
Demons," drawled the blond boy, tracing the word on the air with his finger. "Religiously defined as hell's denizens, the servants of Satan, but understood here, for the purposes of the Clave, to be any malevolent spirit whose origin is outside our own home dimension -
Our backs hut from gathering them: how hard they were to find among the concealing leaves, the frosted deceiving grass.
My enemies are worms, cool days, and most of all woodchucks.
Plants cannot stay safe. Desire for light spools grass out of the ground; desire for a visitor spools red ruffles out of twigs. Desire makes plants very brave, so they can find what they desire; and very tender, so they can feel what they find.
A necessary monster.
What with our hooks, snares, nets, and dogs, we are at war with all living creatures, and nothing comes amiss but that which is either too cheap or too common; and all this is to gratify a fantastical palate.
Creatures which, lacking mankind's superior brain power, did not concern themselves with finding someone to blame, and instead tried to find someone to eat.
Marching thus at night, a battalion is doubly impressive. The silent monster is full of restrained power; resolute in its onward sweep, impervious to danger, it looks a menacing engine of destruction, steady to its goal, and certain of its mission.
The universal subjugator, the commonplace.
Food for the native Ewoks.
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.
them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under
This is a time for beasts, Jaime reflected, for lions and wolves and angry dogs, for ravens and carrion crows.
The stove, the bins, the cupboards, I had learned forever, make an inviolable throne room. From them I ruled; temporarily I controlled. I felt powerful, and I loved that feeling.
Freak the ferocious out.
What's more unnerving than magnetism, ghosts, and unpurified water? Gadgetmongers who purport to protect us from metaphysical monsters that go bump in the New Age night.
Sheep with a nasty side.
Poor, ill-advised Roderich! What evil power did you conjure up to poison in its first youth the race you thought to have planted for eternity?
attracted by the body and repelled by the spirit,
I feel myself inhabited by a force or being
very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.
Satisfaction, I have the right tactics ...
And if you need em I got crazy prophylactics.
Raveand Rhamnusia, Goddes of Dispyte,' said Lymond acidly. 'I am trying to get you home, vide the shiten shepherd and the clene shepe, with your woolly chops spotless. The only drawback to date is that the bloody sheep is going to have to carry the shepherd, so far as I can see.
Family, can't live with them, can't orbitally bombard them back to the foul, oozing proto-plasma they crawled out of,
But these, wide-finned in silver, roaring, the light mist of their propellers in the sun, these do not move like sharks. They move like nothing there has ever been. They move like mechanized doom.
From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.
Braggarts and rogues, dogs and scoundrels, drive them out, Harry Potter, see them off!
These things were...well...they were dreams-made-real. And once dreams became real, they escaped the power of the dreamer and became their own deadly things, capable of independent action.