A Quote by James Kelman

Theoretical webs, dirty webs, fusty webs, old and shrivelling away into nothingness, a fine dust.Who needs that kind of stuff. Far far better getting out into the open air and doing it, actually doing it, something solid and concrete and unconceptualisable.
An organsation's results are determined through webs of human commitments, born in webs of human conversations.
Believing, with Max Weber, that man is an animal suspended in webs of significance he himself has spun, I take culture to be those webs, and the analysis of it to be therefore not an experimental science in search of law but an interpretive one in search of meaning.
There's something about shooting webs out of my wrists and climbing up things that just makes me happy.
The past is never dead. It's not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity. Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations. The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always.
Are you shooting webs of stupid at me?
Laws are like spider's webs: If some poor weak creature comes up against them, it is caught; but a big one can break through and get away.
If we can be sufficient unto ourselves, we need fear no entangling webs.
Most spiders eat and remake their webs every night.
Man is an animal suspended in webs of significance he himself has spun.
Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.
Before I found out you couldn't get bitten by a radioactive spider and shoot webs out of your wrist, I wanted to be a superhero when I grew up - until I was, like, 8.
I've said many times that I might as well have webs between my toes.
Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.
When I go to the garage to pick up my clubs, I clean the spider webs off.
But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?" "Easy," said the cat. "Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back to it." "Small world," said Coraline. "It's big enough for her," said the cat. "spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies." Coraline shivered.
All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter.
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