Quotes About Scrabbling

Scrabbling about, every part of her seemed a separate animal. Her arms and legs, her hands, her head, each was a lopped off bit of some creature wild to return to itself, but blind to the proper way of making that return.

If an author was a god, then he was a very poor second-rate one, scrabbling around in the foothills of Olympus.

It was the enormity of war, she thought, it left you scrabbling for ways to think about it. Bridget

Distraught as I was, I now realised that the scrabbling sound was connected with the tearing to pieces of Dr Tessler's books. But it was the wheezy, throaty cry of the creature which most turned my heart and sinews to water. Or to steel.