Crabs – Quotes

I’ve always wanted to

I’ve always wanted to be a giant space crab. Gabe Newell

The kind of crabbing my wife likes to do is to return from an afternoon’s swim or sunbathing session, open the refrigerator door, and find a generous plate of crab cakes all ready to cook. Euell Gibbons

It’s always weird when

It’s always weird when I meet people who don’t know how to crack crabs open and eat them the right way. I take a lot of pride in my crab-eating ability. Eric Hutchinson

I\\’m a big fish

I’m a big fish eater. Salmon – I love salmon. My sister loves Chinese food and sushi and all that. I’m not as big of a fan, but she likes it so we eat it a lot. So I’m beginning to like it more. I don’t like the raw sushi. I liked the cooked crab … Read more

It may not be

It may not be irrelevant to note that even very modest forms of life, like earthworms, dung beetles and fiddler crabs, have no trouble identifying the real problems they must deal with if they are to survive. Edward Goldsmith

Writing on the wall:

Writing on the wall: Will trade three blind crabs for two with no teeth. Edward Abbey

After her came jolly

After her came jolly June, arrayed All in green leaves, as he a player were; Yet in his time he wrought as well as played, That by his plough-irons mote right well appear. Upon a crab he rode, that did him bear, With crooked crawling steps, an uncouth pace, And backward rode, as bargemen wont … Read more

While ants exist in

While ants exist in just the right numbers for the rest of the living world, humans have become too numerous. If we were to vanish today, the land environment would return to the fertile balance that existed before the human population explosion. Only a dozen or so species, among which are the crab louse and … Read more

Through searching out origins,

Through searching out origins, one becomes a crab. The historian looks backwards, and finally he also believes backwards. Friedrich Nietzsche

Especially when the October

Especially when the October wind With frosty fingers punishes my hair, Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire And cast a shadow crab upon the land, By the sea’s side, hearing the noise of birds, Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks, My busy heart who shudders as she talks Sheds the syllabic … Read more