“Where's Kraven? Is he stalking me too?"His mouth went tight. "I'm not stalking you.”

“Stewart got out of the truck and walked into the wheat field he’d parked beside. The stalks grew higher the deeper into the field he went. He continued walking. The stalks were slightly taller than his waist, but he still didn’t know what to say.”

“I feel a bit apprehensive as I see that he's looking directly at me. But I'm not doing anything wrong, am I? I mean, it's not like stalking is against the law.Oh. Well, OK, maybe stalking is against the law. But I've only been doing it for five minutes. Surely that doesn't count. And anyway, how does he know I'm stalking anyone? I might just be sitting here for my pleasure.”

“It's never too late for stalking”

“Mariketa: Stalking me, Mr MacRieve?Bowen: No' likely, witch. I only stalk what I want to catch.”

“Stalking the Angel[Joe]"I could off anybody in this place five times over."[Elvis]"Could you off someone and get away with you here?" [Joe]Head shake. "I'm too good even for me.”