And a cloud of enraptured, sporting, buzzing little creatures of silk-dust swept or hovered over the undulating picture. – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,
We starve the rats, creosote the ticks, swat the flies, step on the cockroaches and poison the scales. Yet when these pests appear in human form we go paralytic. – Martin H. Fischer (1879–1962)
Now what sort of man or woman or monster would stroke a centipede I have ever seen? And here is my good big centipede! If such a man exists, I say kill him without more ado. He is a traitor to the human race. – William S. Burroughs
London changes because of money. Its real estate. If they can build some offices or expensive apartments they will, its money that changes everything in a city. – David Bailey
