“For, like the wind, the sun, or the flowing river, like a soaring man-of-war or a beetle under a stone, like a spider at a web or a crab scuttling sideways across a shore, Nimrod was free.”
“For a moment, I believe, there was a stillness. A shocking realization by all things - beetles, dormice, the spiders spinning their webs in the moonlight, even the hot metal of the tracks and the wind in the trees - that Death had just shrieked past like a stinking black eagle and made off with a remarkable man.”
“Silence hung around the corners, draped like spider webs across all surfaces and hanging like smog in the air.”
“A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child.”
“When a good change is flowing towards you, don’t stand like the river stones before it!”
“This must be what a fly felt like when it was caught fast in a spider's web.”