Spider Quotes

“Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled but halved. No man is an island”
― Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

“There are three things, and three things only, that can lift the pain of mortality and ease the ravages of life. These are wine, women and song.”
― Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

“Its substance was known to me. The crawling infinity of colours, the chaos of textures that went into each strand of that eternally complex tapestry…each one resonated under the step of the dancing mad god, vibrating and sending little echoes of bravery, or hunger, or architecture, or argument, or cabbage or murder or concrete across the aether. The weft of starlings’ motivations connected to the thick, sticky strand of a young thief’s laugh. The fibres stretched taut and glued themselves solidly to a third line, its silk made from the angles of seven flying buttresses to a cathedral roof. The plait disappeared into the enormity of possible spaces.

Every intention, interaction, motivation, every colour, every body, every action and reaction, every piece of physical reality and the thoughts that it engendered, every connection made, every nuanced moment of history and potentiality, every toothache and flagstone, every emotion and birth and banknote, every possible thing ever is woven into that limitless, sprawling web.

It is without beginning or end. It is complex to a degree that humbles the mind. It is a work of such beauty that my soul wept...

..I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.”
― China Miéville, Perdido Street Station

“It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.”
― Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

“All of the creatures were staring fixedly at Boots. She was standing on the back of her loyal cockroach friend, Temp, smack in the middle of the octagon, singing "The Itsy-Bisty Spider" at the top of her lungs. The green spider, to whom the song principially was directed, seemed to be cringing. Boots was somewhat off-key, but Gregor was pretty sure it was the loudness that was making the arachnid hunch down and contract.

"She has been going on like this for hours," whispered Nerissa. "Days more like it," said Ripred in disgust.

"Next I will sing one for you!" announced Boots, pointing at the bat, who actually flinched.”
― Suzanne Collins, Gregor and the Code of Claw

“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 – so needed and yet so misunderstood.”
― Donna Lynn Hope

“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

“If there is a God he's a great loathsome spider in the darkness.”
― John Fowles, The Collector

“I clung to each word that fell from his lips like a spider to a web.”
― Dannika Dark, Twist

“People won't admit it, they're too busy grabbing to see that the lights have fused. They can't see the darkness and the spider-face beyond and the great web of it all. That there's always this if you scratch at the surface of happiness and goodness.
The black and the black and the black.”
― John Fowles, The Collector

“The Red Keep shelters two sorts of people, Lord Eddard, Varys said. Those who are loyal to the realm, and those who are loyal only to themselves.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“By the ancient bond of the spellclave, I command you, Spider. Stop, or be turned to stone!”
― Katherine Roberts, Spellfall

“Spiders don't chew. They send a special liquid into their prey. The prey's insides turn to mush. Then the spider sucks up its tasty lunch!”
― Julie Murphy, Arachnids

“Think how nature makes things compared to how we humans make things." We talked about how animals don't just preserve the next generation; they typically preserve the environment for the ten-thousandth generation. While human industrial processes can produce Kevlar, it takes a temperature of thousands of degrees to do it, and the fiber is pulled through sulfuric acid. In contrast, a spider makes its silk - which per gram is several times stronger than steel - at room temperature in water.”
― William Powers, Twelve by Twelve: A One-Room Cabin Off the Grid and Beyond the American Dream

“It is with eight lengthy legs we use to catch food, balance and knit a beautiful silk bed,
but as babies we had lost our bones and skin, and hence our legs we had shed.”
― Jasmine Martin, Whimsy Girl

“The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified”
― Emily Dickinson, Poems of Emily Dickinson

“My web will keep me steady," he says before I can ask.

"With great power," I mumble, shifting in his arms. "Can you spidey web me so you don't have to hold me the whole way?”
― Rory Miles, Tainted Power - The Complete Series

“Black Widow by Stewart Stafford

She blinds me with her caress.
Hand upon my chest,
Venom kisses like snake bites
ecstatic and unbecoming night.

She drags me to her tomb,
graveyard of many a groom,
Lovers wrapped in silken lace,
In webs of death, find their place.

Creeping dawn on morn,
Frostbitten and reborn,
Clinging on so tight,
Her kiss, the shroud of night.

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

“First, they needed to destroy the web. Then the
spider would be powerless.”
― Kiersten White, And I Darken

“When faced with a spider, I instantly turn into
a fearsome warrior, ready to take on my foe as the female version of Zorro. I enter the combat zone with all the careful observance and skill of the new movies’ Sherlock Holmes. I am ready. I am fearless. And I will be victorious. Once, in a moment of true courage, I took a vacuum cleaner, pulled it to a position above my head, and fired. I was a champion that night. A valiant heroine whose bravery would be sung for many a moon . . . until wondering, hours later . . . IS THAT THING REALLY DEAD?!”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Peter

“Klbkch would let Erin take over to tell another story—Charlotte’s Web, a story which would cause much emotional distress on the part of every Soldier who had killed Shield Spiders.”
― Pirateaba, The Wandering Inn: Book 6 - The General of Izril

“Ah yes, of course, Spiders. Is it their size? Do you fear the ones you cannot see, dunnot sense until they bite you and you die a horrible, painful death? Or would you prefer a giant, fist-sized one? One that towers above buildings like in an old shit-show production? I quite think you would.
Now personally, one of my least favourite thing about spiders is their fangs. You see, their fangs are a mixture of rat’s fur and small dragon teeth. They manage to be sharp, deadly, and disgustingly hairy. Oh, and the colour of death. It makes me shiver just to think about those pincers closing in on a nice, fleshy, alive part of my body. I do think I’d be forced to amputate or decapitate. Possibly both.”
"Anywhore, their fangs aren’t what get most people. It’s their eyes. Kinda creepy, don’t ya think? We have two, they have….well, too many ov’em. Would you like to see yourself reflected umpteenth times in a spider’s trippily reflective little eyes? Right before they smile and their fangs grab ya that is. No? I should hope not. You also have the venom and that shifty way they move to consider. Venom can kill anything, no matter how tough or large they are. And the whole eight legs shuffly shifty quicky thing just spooks the shit outta me mate. Death and spiders. They’re pretty much the same thing to some. Some being me, of course. Then again, I’m quite normal.”
― Finn Eccleston, The Community

“Ah yes, of course, Spiders. Is it their size? Do you fear the ones you cannot see, dunnot sense until they bite you and you die a horrible, painful death? Or would you prefer a giant, fist-sized one? One that towers above buildings like in an old shit-show production? I quite think you would.
Now personally, one of my least favourite thing about spiders is their fangs. You see, their fangs are a mixture of rat’s fur and small dragon teeth. They manage to be sharp, deadly, and disgustingly hairy. Oh, and the colour of death. It makes me shiver just to think about those pincers closing in on a nice, fleshy, alive part of my body. I do think I’d be forced to amputate or decapitate. Possibly both.
Anywhore, their fangs aren’t what get most people. It’s their eyes. Kinda creepy, don’t ya think? We have two, they have….well, too many ov’em. Would you like to see yourself reflected umpteenth times in a spider’s trippily reflective little eyes? Right before they smile and their fangs grab ya that is. No? I should hope not. You also have the venom and that shifty way they move to consider. Venom can kill anything, no matter how tough or large they are. And the whole eight legs shuffly shifty quicky thing just spooks the shit outta me mate. Death and spiders. They’re pretty much the same thing to some. Some being me, of course. Then again, I’m quite normal.”
― Finn Eccleston, The Community

“Beyond that elfin face, the steady eyes, there was something breathing, something that was fed blood from a tiny heart beating under pointed breasts. But is was cobweb under the fingers. Cobweb in the woods that touches the face and disappears under the fingers.”
― William Lindsay Gresham, Nightmare Alley

“What in the three worlds are you doing?” I took stock of the mess of torn pages scattered around me like the fanned-out train of a dress.

“Making paper animals. I’m taking requests for the next ten minutes only.”

“A spider.”

“How about a horse?”

“A caterpillar.”

“Can I tempt you with a horse?”

He stared at me, unimpressed. “A stag.”

“I’m sorry, did you say horse?” He pressed a finger between his brows, pushing upward as he sighed. “A fucking horse, then.”

I flung the mangled paper I had been holding at him. “Enjoy”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“This world what you are seeing outside, is not that. As soon as a child is born he projects this world outside his body and lives there. Vedas have mentioned a spider and its net. As a spider ejects a net from his body and then lives there, we do the same thing. And it is the case with every creature.”
― Sri Jibankrishma or Diamond

“Shelob represents pure fear, that which paralyses us, a terror that horrifies us into inactivity.”
― Joseph Haward, Be Afraid: How Horror and Faith Can Change the World

“There's daylight names and midnight names. Daylight names are safe enough. A spider brings good luck before midnight, but bad luck after. And you look to me like the kind of young man who needs good luck, and to keep out of dark rooms.”
― Joanne Harris, The Moonlight Market

“And, at that, picking up his parcel of books, Spider began to walk purposefully down the road, a river of light at his ragged heels, his spindly shadow beside him.”
― Joanne Harris, The Moonlight Market

“The Mage's powers were almost gone, and his web, which had once spanned the worlds, had shrunk to little more than rags.
And yet he clung to the hope that somehow the lost Prince could be found; his Aspect made whole, his inheritance restored. Using his web of dreams, he found fragments of the Prince that had been forgotten and overlooked, cocooned in the darkness of London Beyond. And he placed each one of these cocoons with a human family, good folk oblivious to their origin, unmindful of their destiny. Thus were these royal hatchlings kept far away from the two warring tribes until it was time for their coming of age, and for the plan that the Spider Mage had formed to be put into action.”
― Joanne Harris, The Moonlight Market