“I wanted to dissolve into the floor, mixing myself with the hard stone. A stone had a single purpose: to be. No complicated promises, no worries and no feelings.”

“I didn’t want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.”

“Stone, I must be stone, I must be Casterly Rock, hard and unmovable.”

“Smelling A Stone In The Middle Of WinterI can't rememberWhat gravel and weeds look like.This little stone becomes importantAnd starts to act big.I expect it to orbit the kitchen stoveAny minute now.Near my noseIt getsBigger and biggerUntil it's a mountainI'm lost on.This stone is differentThan the stone that grinds me downAll dayAt work.This stoneSmells like the inside of your dressOn a spring afternoon.It's the hard feeling in my stomachWhen I'm talking nonsense to you.This stone is so invitingEveryone wants to walk right into itAnd become a fossil.”

“stones are hard everywhere.”

“Jim Morrison tells me that people are looking at the streets while I am looking at the moon. I do not feel connected enough [with the issues] to throw stones at a policeman. I want to throw stones at the whole world.”