“Sometimes it is given to us. One moment of clarity. One word laid down, cold and clattering, beside another. Ribbon of wet stone.”
“ONE WORDOne word— one stonein a cold river.One more stone—I'll need many stonesif I'm going to get over.”
“No story sits by itself. Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.”
“One of us needs to get laid.""Just one of us?""What are the odds of both of us getting laid?”
“Sometimes you don’t get to close one door before another opens. We’re not all given that luxury, for closure.”
“Fine!" muttered Mogget. "Wet, cold, and full of holes. Another fun day on the river.”