#insects

It began as this desire to do this science fiction movie about perhaps one of the last insects left that nobody's done anything on, which is the cockroach - and truly one of the most frightening insects. ↗

— Michael O'Donoghue

#anything #began #cockroach #desire #done

It's very easy to make insects move. Because they do move mechanically without the rippling of flesh as you mentioned. They move more like real tinker toys and you can make models of them quite easily. ↗

— Michael O'Donoghue

#easily #easy #flesh #insects #like

The life of an uneducated man is as useless as the tail of a dog which neither covers its rear end, nor protects it from the bites of insects. ↗

— Chanakya

#covers #dog #end #insects #life

If we were to wipe out insects alone on this planet, the rest of life and humanity with it would mostly disappear from the land. Within a few months. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#disappear #few #humanity #insects #land

Well, let me tell you, ants are the dominant insects. They make up as much as a quarter of the biomass of all insects in the world. They are the principal predators. They're the cemetery workers. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#cemetery #dominant #insects #make #make up

A refuge is supposed to prevent what? The genes from flowing out of sight? This refuge idea won't stop insects from moving across boundaries. That's absurd. ↗

— Jeremy Rifkin

#across #boundaries #flowing #genes #idea

Insects all business all the time. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#business

When we seed millions of acres of land with these plants, what happens to foraging birds, to insects, to microbes, to the other animals, when they come in contact and digest plants that are producing materials ranging from plastics to vaccines to pharmaceutical products? ↗

— Jeremy Rifkin

#birds #come #contact #digest #happens

The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame [...] The moth takes off again, and we both step back, because he's circling at eye level now and seems to have lost rudder control, smacking into the wall on each round. He circles lower and lower, spinning around the candle in tighter revolutions, like a soap sud over an open drain. A few times he seems to touch the flame, but dances off unhurt. Then he ignites like a ball of hair, curling into an oily puff of fumes with a hiss. The candle flame flickers and dims for a moment, then burns as bright as before. Moth Smoke Lingers. ↗

— Mohsin Hamid

#insects #love #moth #smoke #star-crossed

And all the insects ceased in honor of the moon. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#moon #nature #nature