“Big giant insect thing holding me several hundred feet in the air? What's there to be nervous about?”

“What miracle is this? This giant tree.It stands ten thousand feet highBut doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands.Its roots must hold the sky.”

“For me there is something primitively soothing about this music, and it went straight to my nervous system, making me feel ten feet tall.”

“Some big insect flew in and began walking on the table. I don’t know what insect it was, but it was brown, shining, and rich in structures. In the city the big universal chain of insects gets thin, but where there’s a leaf or two it’ll be represented.”

“Some people come by the name of genius in the same way that certain insects come by the name of centipede -- not because they have a hundred feet, but because most people can't count above 14.”

“Are you nervous about no longer being a big fish in a small pond?”