Hairy Caterpillar Quotes

Treachery is always a hairy caterpillar bred of a small butterfly called envy, no matter how lofty the principles involved.

Luca raised that manly eyebrow, so like a hairy caterpillar, and I thought about stroking it.

Oh, look, you found a woolly bear.” She suddenly became interested in a gold-and-black fuzzy crawler in my jar. “Do all of these caterpillars have names?” I asked. “I suppose so. I only know the name of that one. But we could name the others ourselves.” That was fun. “This fat one is the Jolly Green Giant,” I announced. “This itsy-bitsy one is Tiny Tim,” she said. “Here’s Hairy.” “This ugly one is Albert. That’s my brother’s name.

Perhaps it was nostalgia, but I doubted it; nostalgia for the pencil cases filled with liquid soap and the snap of wet towels? More likely it was regret for the things that had not happened, changes that had failed to take place. A caterpillar forms a cocoon and inside that hard shell, the cell walls dissolve, molecules churn and reorganise and the cocoon breaks open to reveal another caterpillar, longer, more hairy and less certain about the future.

Matheus exhibited his paintings—inspired by German Expressionism—at the Hairy Caterpillar from time to time, though they never sold. A few of his canvases also hung in the lobby, and though the anguished, misshapen figures painted in thick angry brushstrokes clashed not only with the Holistic Clinic's last vestiges of art deco but with its new ethos of promoting physical and emotional well-being in its clients, no one dared suggest taking them down for fear of offending the artist.