“Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.”

“Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do,In spider’s web a truth discerning,Attach one silken strand to youFor my returning.”

“Silence hung around the corners, draped like spider webs across all surfaces and hanging like smog in the air.”

“Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.”

“Amazing. You were so attached to it, and it still disappeared for you."“Attached! I was whocking that cloud with everything I had! Fireballs, laser beams, vacuum cleaner a block high...”“Negative attachments, Richard. If you really want to remove a cloud from your life, you do not make a big production out of it, you just relax and remove it from your thinking. That’s all there is to it.”

“We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.”