“Every time I conjure up a rock, I throw it.”

“There was an awkward silenceUntil I throw a rock at it”

“These rocks are a release for my pent-up emotions. When I feel all tied up inside, I just stand here and throw rocks into that vacant lot!""Hello, Charlie Brown, you blockhead!""Sometimes I think I'm kind of a vacant lot myself...”

“What should I do?""Throw up in your typewriter every morning.""Yeah.""Clean up every noon.”

“Although I didn't think so at the time, things were a lot simpler in 1969. All you had to do to express yourself was throw rocks at riot police. But with today's sophistication, who's in a position to throw rocks? Who's going to brave what tear gas? C'mon, that's the way it is. Everything is rigged, tied into that massive capital web, and beyond this web there's another web. Nobody's going anywhere. You throw a rock and it'll come right back at you.”

“Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon.”