“The hard surface of the stone is impervious to nothing in the end. The heat of the sun leaves evidence of daylight. Each drop of rain changes the form; even the wind and the air itself, invisible to our eyes, etches its presence. … All history is taken in by stones.”
“After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.”
“Remember that on any world the wind eventually wears away the stone, because the stone can only crumble; the wind can change.”
“Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.”
“Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the notes falling into the air like stones into water, rippling the invisible surface of the world. Waves of sound, waves of light: his father had tried to pin everything down, but the world was fluid and could not be contained.”
“Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will turn rain like the stones.”