“The ocean crashes to the shore, And comes to us with a mighty roar.And stones can threaten our path, To trip our progress with their wrath.But you can pass this test of life, And turn to fun the daunting strife.So pick a stone and toss it free, To skip across the raging sea.And laugh out loud as it leaves your hand, I'll show you how...my little man.”

“When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.”

“Road trips are fun. Come on. I'll let you control the music. I give you permission to put your hand on my knob." He laughed and I playfully hit him on the arm. "There is no knob.""Well, you are pretty good at pushing my buttons too.”

“What about free will? . . . There's that too. I never understood why people think they're mutually exclusive. Ask me, our entire lives aren't planned out for us- just some things. Specific events along the way, crossroads we're meant to come to. Tests, maybe, to measure our progress. But we always have choices, and those choices can send us along an unplanned path . . . there are some things that are meant to happen at a certain moment and in a certain way. No matter which path you choose, which decisions you make along your own particular journey, those pivotal moments appear to be set in stone. Maybe they represent the specific lessons we're meant to learn . . . Things we have to face. Things we have to learn. Responsibilities we have to fulfill. And mistakes we have to correct.”

“You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.”

“We want you gone. Your presence is obviously upsetting for her.""Oh, aye, the poor, wee lass -- who tossed me like a skipping stone.”