“We do not weave the web of life, we are merely a strand in it.Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.”
“O, the tangled web we weave,When first we practice to deceive.”
“Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.”
“What is evil?" asked the younger man. The round web, with its black center, seemed to watch them both. "A web we men weave." Ged answered.”
“Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave when they think that their children are naive.”
“The web of time - the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect, or ignore each other through the centuries - embraces "every" possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not, and in yet others both of us exist.”