“that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it getsI wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind”

“Its whole expanse was covered with tall, juicy grass, and when the wind blew, great waves passed over it with a sound like troubled water. (The Grassy Ocean)”

“New Music, I guess, is all those bands Angie listens to. They have names like Depeche Mode and The Smiths and all they sound the same to me - like a bunch of skinny white British nerds on Thorazine. The Stones, when they started, were a bunch of skinny white British nerds too, but they never sounded like they were on Thorazine. Even if they were.”

“And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.”

“The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.”

“Let it crumble! Let the rocks revile me and flowers wilt at my coming. Your whole universe is not enough to prove me wrong. You are the king of gods, king of stones and stars, king of the waves of the sea. But you are not the king of man.”