Worms

"O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm:Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy."

"The generations of the worm Know not your loads piled on their soil; Their knotted ganglions shall wax firm Till your strong flagstones heave and toil."

": How many senses do worms have? : They have two: smell and touch. Why? : So, they live without any ability to see or even know about light, right? The notion of light to them is unimaginable. : Yeah. : But we humans, we know that light exists—all around them, right on top of them, they cannot sense it. But with a little mutation, they do. Right? : Correct. : So, Doctor Eye, perhaps some humans, rare humans, have mutated to have another sense—a spirit sense—and can perceive a world that is right on top of us, everywhere, just like the light on these worms."

"Thou seyst, that right as wormes shende a tree, Right so a wyf destroyeth hir housbonde."

"I would not enter on my list of friends, (Tho' grac'd with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm."

"As I was led to keep in my study during many months worms in pots filled with earth, I became interested in them, and wished to learn how far they acted consciously, and how much mental power they displayed."

"A Bird, came down the Walk – He did not know I saw – He bit an Angle Worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw."

"The Body of B. Franklin, Printer, ... Lies here, Food for Worms."

"Once you've had worm, it's what you'll yearn!"

"Over the mirrors meant To glass the opulent The sea-worm crawls—grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent."

"The red-capp’d worm that’s shut Within the concave of a nut."

"Fate has decreed that we shall be worms; so let us resign ourselves to being worms; nay... let us be worms with gusto, strenuously; let us make up our minds to be the best of all possible worms. For, after all, a good worm is better than that nondescript creature we become when we try to live above our station, in the world of wings. No amount of trying can convert a worm into even the worst of butterflies."

"What's silent and smells like worms? Bird farts."

"But strength alone though of the Muses born Is like a fallen angel: trees uptorn, Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres Delight it; for it feeds upon the burrs, And thorns of life."

"Man may live like a worm, but he writes like a god."

"The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out, And sported his eyes and his temples about."

"All of these are finally transformed back into their primary substances, the Earth feeding the Plant, the Plant the Worm, the Worm the Bird, and often the Bird the Beast of Prey; Then finally the Beast of Prey is consumed the Bird of Prey, the Bird of Prey by the Worm, the Worm by the Herb, the Herb by the Earth: Man indeed, who turns everything to his needs, is often consumed by the Beast, the Bird, or the Fish which preys on him, by the Worm or the Earth. It is thus that everything circulates."

"The nethermost caverns," wrote the mad Arab, "are not for the fathoming of eyes that see; for their marvels are strange and terrific. Cursed the ground where dead thoughts live new and oddly bodied, and evil the mind that is held by no head. Wisely did Ibn Schacabao say, that happy is the tomb where no wizard hath lain, and happy the town at night whose wizards are all ashes. For it is of old rumour that the soul of the devil-bought hastes not from his charnel clay, but fats and instructs the very worm that gnaws; till out of corruption horrid life springs, and the dull scavengers of earth wax crafty to vex it and swell monstrous to plague it. Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl."

"Remember: walk without rhythm and we won't attract the worm."

"Every Golden Apple Corps is the beloved home of a Golden Worm."

"Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity."

"If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms."

"The butterfly was just a lowly worm in its beginning. The worm didn't live with the moment-to-moment expectation of sprouting wings and taking flight. He lived a useful and productive life, the life of a worm. And he had to die a worm in order to be born as an angel!"

"Man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a worm, and yet he will be making gods by dozens."

"The early bird gathers no moss! The rolling stone catches the worm!"

"You have evolved from worm to man, but much within you is still worm."

"One day you're thinking and hauling yourself around, and the next, you're cold fertilizer, worm buffet."

"They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls."

"But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the angels sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued."

"And the angels, all pallid, and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm."

"I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people."

": "Seize the day." "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may." Why does the writer use these lines? : Because he's in a hurry. : No. Ding! Thank you for playing anyway. Because we are food for worms, lads. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die."

"The smallest worm will turn being trodden on."

"Why should the worm intrude the maiden bud?"

"Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs."

"They have made worm's meat of me."

"Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids."

": A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. : What dost thou mean by this? : Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar."

": Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? : At supper. : At supper! where? Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots."

"She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek."

"Out of the tomb, we bring Badroulbadour, Within our bellies, we her chariot."

"The poet makes silk dresses out of worms."

"I opened my eyes—and all the sea was ice-nine. The moist green earth was a blue-white pearl. The sky darkened. Borasisi, the sun, became a sickly yellow ball, tiny and cruel. The sky was filled with worms. The worms were tornadoes."

"The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm."

"The face forgives the mirror The worm forgives the [plough The question begs the answer Can you forgive me somehow?"

"But it was only a fantasy The wall was too high, as you can see No matter how he tried, he could not break free And the worms ate into his brain."

"Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall Waiting for the worms to come In perfect isolation here behind my wall Waiting for the worms to come."

"All you have to do is follow the worms."

"It is the early bird that gets the worm."

"Tread on a worm and it will turn."