“What is it that brings me here to stand like a rock in this river of sound?”

“...you are a river rock and belong in a stream - not here in this upper room sinking in my bed...”

“There's a willow tree that stands by my river She holds me in her arms when I am cold. And we listen to the sounds Of the pebbles on the ground, And I know what it means to be old.”

“The river is motion, turmoil, rage. As the river flows, it wonders what it would be like to be so still, to take a breath, to rest. But the rock will always wonder what lies around the bend in the stream.”

“But it’s there in his face, a fleeting reluctance that matches her own. They stand there together for a long time, for too long, for what seems like forever, each unwilling to part ways, letting the people behind them stream past like a river around rocks. Page: 91”

“Well, don't stand about like that, man; if you're no use you're certainly no ornament. Bring that in and tell me what it says.”