Bat Quotes

“Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“The baby bat
Screamed out in fright,
'Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light.”
― Shel Silverstein

“Her father sagged as relief spread through him. “I thought
something awful was happening.”
She frowned. “Something awful was happening. It could have
got stuck in my hair.”
― Derek Landy, Dark Days

“Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

“Not every winged Creature is considered a bird or a bat. Some wings are made of magic.

- Raani York – 2013 -”
― Raani York, Dragonbride

“Wherever Jordan's going - and I do believe we all go somewhere - think of it as the light that will bring him home.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“I will not join the rat race because I'm not a rat. And I will not blindly follow a specific faith because I'm not a bat. The only race I'll take part in is for humans being humane. It's called the human race, and sadly it's got the least participants.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“I stared at him. “You’re a bat, Rudi! She’s a mermaid. What were you thinking?”
― Charles Stross, Neptune's Brood

“In their previous lives, poets were bats, and thinkers were owls.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“Fuck me", Bat gasped, "It’s like an angel shat ice cream coffee rainbows in my mouth.”
― Warren Ellis, Gun Machine

“Bat stood in the open door and said "I am a crime scene unit detective from the New York City Police Department, you heinous fucking mongoloid, and there is nothing I cannot do.”
― Warren Ellis, Gun Machine

“And so, my beloved Kermit, my dear little Hussein, at the moment America changed forever, your father was wandering an ICBM-denuded watseland, nervously monitoring his radiation level, armed only with a baseball bat, a 10mm pistol, and six rounds of ammunition, in search of a vicious gang of mohawked marauders who were 100 percent bad news and totally had to be dealth with. Trust Daddy on this one.”
― Tom Bissell, Extra Lives: Why Video Games Matter

“Since I can't turn into a bat and fly, I'll still need my bus pass”
― Daven Anderson, Vampire Syndrome

“Mothman flew away from town, like a giant bat, and then disappeared from sight behind a thicket of skeletal autumn trees.”
― Don Roff, Heebie-Jeebies: Volume One

“A bat flies straight towards my face. it gives me a perfect view of of possibly one of the ugliest creatures alive. It has long ears and what looks like a piece of salad on the end of its nose. I'm being attacked by Master Yoda with wings!”
― J.E. Fison, Bat Attack

“Bat, fly high.
Pumpkin, sit.
Black cat, cry.
Spider, knit.
Wicken, chant.
Phantom, moan.
Mummy, rant.
Zombie, groan.
Werewolf, howl.
Owl, hoot.
Goblin, growl.
Pirate, loot.
Skeleton,
Frankenstein,
Curse the sun.
Poem, rhyme.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Time flies, it's true. But what kind of wings does it have, butterfly wings, bat wings, or eagle wings? None. It has the wings of a duck, which is why I'm surprised nobody in history has noticed that time also swims.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“Flows of shit» , muttered Bat, «I’d go insane, listening to that all day. It’s just a river of ‘Hey, this crazy, disgusting thing just happened, and hey, here’s another one, and another, and another, has your brain caught fire yet?’ It’s like disaster porn or something.”
― Warren Ellis

“He was breathtaking. There was simply no other way to describe him. Her eyes started with his long, black hair before slowly perusing every inch of him. He was dressed in a white shirt and black vest with pants that hugged every inch of his muscular legs. Across his back hung a black cape, in his hand he held a cane with a golden handle. She squinted as she peered at it closely. A golden bat adorned the curved surface, its small wings spread wide, as if it were in flight.”
― Rose Wynters, The Vampire's House of Pleasure Part 1

“You’ll need a chaperone. I have no doubt that Great-Aunt Clara would stay at the terrace with you, or perhaps—”

“I’ll invite old Mrs. Smedley from the village,” Livia said. “She’s from a respectable family, and she would enjoy a trip to London.”

Aline frowned. “Dearest, Mrs. Smedley is hard of hearing, and as blind as a bat. A less effective chaperone I couldn’t imagine.”

“Precisely,” Livia said, with such satisfaction that Aline couldn’t help laughing.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Again the Magic

“With many twists and holes
Life is much like a golf game:
Without bats you cannot Play”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, 70 Inspirational Quotes in Spiritual Notes: Simple Ideas, Lasting Ideals, Light and Love in Spiritual Languages

“The bat and the ball only matter because we stepped up to the plate.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The demon in me is probably a solitary animal. In popular culture, people like me are always associated with bats, and maybe that's fitting. I can imagine hanging upside down in this studio for hours at a time, dribbling white saliva from my mouth, then flying solitary in the night, picking insects out of the sky.”
― Claire Kohda, Woman, Eating

“But oftner the nights were clear, marvellously lit. Darkness was a pale lustrous gloom. Sometimes the north was silver clear, so luminous that through the filigree of leaf and sapling its glow pierced burning, as though the light were a patterned loveliness standing out against the background of the trees. Later the glow dulled and the trees became the pattern against the background of the light. The hushed world took her in. Tranqil, surrendered, she became one with the vast quiet night. A puddock sprawled noiselessly towards her, a bat swooped, tracing gigantic patterns upon the sky, a corncrake scraighed, on and on through the night, monotonous and forgotten as one forgets the monotony of the sea's roar; and when the soft wind was in the south-west, the sound of the river, running among its stony rapids below the ferry, floated up and over her like a tide. She fell asleep to its running and wakened to listen for it; and heard it as one hears the breathing of another.”
― Nan Shepherd, The Quarry Wood