Prowling his own quiet backyard or asleep by the fire, he…

There is evil prowling in the world - it shows up in our movies, video games and online fascinations, and finds its way into…

— Rick Perry

Long after the bomb falls and you and your good deeds are gone, cockroaches will still be here, prowling the streets like armored cars.

— Tama Janowitz

How I wished I'd have had a camera of my own, a mad mental camera that could register pictorial shots, of the photographic artist…

— Jack Kerouac

Do not despair of life. You have no doubt force enough to overcome your obstacles. Think of the fox prowling through wood and field…

— Henry David Thoreau

It's unlikely I'll ever submit to a psychiatrist's couch. I don't want some stranger prowling around through my psyche, monkeying with my id. I…

— Tallulah Bankhead

“colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class nonidentity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows…

— Jack Kerouac

“He's prowling back and forth like a lion with distemper now. There's a shiny streak down one side of his face. "I shouldn't have…

— Cornell Woolrich

Chantal's only ruse ... was her shattering simplicity. While a weak man or an imposter is always more complicated than the problem he is…

— Georges Bernanos

“It isna flouncing," he said. "It's pacing." "If you say so, Captain MacFlouncy." "Or prowling." "Prowling." She arched one eyebrow. "Like a kitten?" He…

— Tessa Dare

It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.

— D. H. Lawrence

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the…

— Rabindranath Tagore

In childhood, death stirred me not; in middle age, it pursued me like a prowling bandit on the road; now, grown an old man,…

— Herman Melville

The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried, still keeps amid the prowlings of its adversity the bold, free, panther-tread with which…

— Hector Hugh Munro

What is the flesh and blood compounded ofBut a few moments in the life of time?This prowling of the cells, litigious love,Wears the long…

— Allen Tate

...at the bottom of all these noble races the beast of prey, the splendid blond beast, prowling about avidly in search of spoil and…

— Friedrich Nietzsche