“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.”
“Big giant insect thing holding me several hundred feet in the air? What's there to be nervous about?”
“Winter garden,the moon thinned to a thread,insects singing.”
“I don’t understand the game of Cricket. But I do get the game of Noisy Night Insect.”
“There are two things that I know for certain guys are good for: pushing swings and killing insects.”
“I think we are just insects, we live a bit and then die and that’s the lot. There’s no mercy in things. There’s not even a Great Beyond. There’s nothing.”