Lobsters Quotes

“Lobsters fascinated me. Everything from their name to their claws to their magnificent red had me hooked.

My hair was that read, the kind of read that looks okay on everything but people, because a person's hair is not supposed to be red. Orange, yes. Auburn, sure.

But not lobster red.

I took my pigtails, pressed them against the glass, and stared the nearest lobster straight in the eye.

Dad said my hair was lobster red. My mother said it was Communist red. I didn't know what a Communist was, but it didn't sound good. Even pressing my hair flat against the glass, I couldn't tell if my dad was right. Part of me didn't want either of them to be right.

"Let me out," said the lobster.

He always said that. I rubbed my hair against the glass like the tank was a genie's lamp and the action would stir up some magic. Maybe, somehow, I could get these lobsters out. They looked so sad, all huddled on top of one another, antennae twitching, claws rubber-banded together.”
― Francesca Zappia, Made You Up

“It's all about perspective. The sinking of the Titanic was a miracle to the lobsters in the ship's kitchen. (Oct 4, 2011)”
― Wynne McLaughlin

“Part of the reason people could eat so well was that many foods that we now think of as delicacies were plenteous then. Lobsters bred in such abundance around Britain's coastline that they were fed to prisoners and orphans or ground up for fertilizer.”
― Bill Bryson, At Home: A Short History of Private Life

“The lobsters were dead in a pile and no longer a danger to us… We ate them to destroy them but a murmuring came, nevertheless, from their empty carapaces un-cracked, the lobsters with their soft hissing voices, and their words like air escaping a punctured tire. We ate them to destroy them all but suddenly we felt sad and empty and overly full.”
― Alexandra Kleeman, Intimations: Darkly Humorous and Thought-Provoking Short Stories – Surreal Literary Fiction

“So full. Full of lobster meat and the sadness of the lobster meat. Full of the feeling of having cracked hundreds upon hundreds of precious shells. Full of the sound and the sight of destruction, the lobsters dead in a pile, some of them with lipstick marks on their empty husks. Their voices piled up on one another. I felt a whispering coming from deep within my belly, the voices not yet at rest, and they said in a tone sympathetic and unsympathetic at the same time, Next Next Next. 'Well,' I said, 'what do we do next?' 'Lobster dinner?' he asked, chuckling a little as if I ought to be chuckling with him as well.”
― Alexandra Kleeman, Intimations: Darkly Humorous and Thought-Provoking Short Stories – Surreal Literary Fiction

“Prawn and lobster brains were considered a delicacy for their rich flavor. The Shen twins and Celia were engaged in the same practice, sipping the heads as if they were miniature cups of mead.”
― Roselle Lim, Natalie Tan's Book of Luck & Fortune

“The crowd waited with bated breath
as the first neurologically-enhanced lobster
elected President of the United States
clambered toward the podium.
The lobster hovered over the microphone,
clamped its claws and rubbed its antennae.
A storm of neurons fired inside its
ganglia, and its mandibles burbled out
a rousing acceptance speech.
The men whooped and hollered
at the significance of the moment,
while the women, relegated to years of
waiting for their turn, clapped tepidly.”
― Pedro Íñiguez, Mexicans on the Moon: Speculative Poetry from a Possible Future

“…and there’s also something about Strom Thurmond, whose name always sticks with me because it sounds like Lobster Thermidor, which is a dish that calls for washing head cavities in white wine.”
― Krystelle Bamford, Idle Grounds