It...It...It's... The peeping tom!!

I was getting dressed and a peeping tom looked in the window, took a look and pulled down the shade.

— Joan Rivers

I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came…

— Honorius Augustodunensis

Don’t go searching for a subject, let your subject find you. You can’t rush inspiration. … Once your subject finds you, it’s like falling…

— Colson Whitehead

I'm a bad lover. Once I caught a peeping tom booing me.

— Rodney Dangerfield

He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where I wore…

— Richelle Mead

“peeping Toms at the keyhole of eternity”—have”

— Arianna Huffington

We've become a race of Peeping Toms. What people ought to do is get outside their own house and look in for a change.…

— Thelma Ritter

You never know what peace is until you walk on the shores or in the fields or along the winding red roads of Prince…

— Lucy Maud Montgomery

Did you ever hear Of the frolic fairies dear? They're a blessed little race, Peeping up in fancy's face, In the valley, on the…

— Frances Sargent Osgood

Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn…

— Robert Louis Stevenson

“I staggered into the bathroom to change into my pj's - hey, I was pretty sure Jesse wasn't spying on me, but he still…

— Meg Cabot

“The intent of peepers may not be to defame the character of their victims but to pride themselves in their ability to sniff out…

— Vincent Okay Nwachukwu

Night, like a giant, fills the church, from pavement to roof, and holds dominion through the silent hours. Pale dawn again comes peeping through…

— Charles Dickens

“McCue: Now, Mrs. Margolies, this is Mr. McCue of the City News Bureau— City News Bureau— is it rue, Madame that you were the…

— Ben Hecht Charles MacArthur

Shy gold begins to peep through the sombre green - the wattle's wedding dress - and Spring is near. Then suddenly it seems, one…

— C. J. Dennis