“what goes on in the sea is of no interest to the rock”

“Man doth usurp all space,Stares thee, in rock, bush, river, in the face.Never thine eyes behold a tree;'Tis no sea thou seest in the sea,'Tis but a disguised humanity.To avoid thy fellow, vain thy plan;All that interests man, is man.”

“Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.”

“Think of a rock polisher, one of those drums, goes round and round, rolls twenty-four/seven, full of water and rocks and gravel. Grinding it all up. Round and round. Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones. That’s the earth. Why it goes around. We’re the rocks. And what happens to us—the drama and pain and joy and war and sickness and victory and abuse—why, that’s just the water and sand to erode us. Grind us down. To polish us up, nice and bright.”

“..... it would be interesting to find out what goes on in that moment when someone looks at you and draws all sorts of conclusions.”

“For nothing is fixed, forever and forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock. Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have. The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.”