“Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.”

“My lovely shining fragile broken house is filled with flowers and founded on a rock.”

“Fucking hell, India Savage wants hearts and flowers.”I went up on my forearm. Hearts and flowers! As if! I was a Rock Chick!“I do not!” I snapped.He was grinning at me. “Yes you do.”

“When the young womanleans over the sky,about to water the flowers as well as the weeds,her white front splits openuntil her milk runs.”

“He looked at the granite. To be cut, he thought, and made into walls. He looked at a tree. To be split and made into rafters. He looked at a streak of rust on the stone and thought of iron ore under the ground. To be melted and to emerge as girders against the sky.These rocks, he thought, are waiting for me; waiting for the drill, the dynamite and my voice; waiting to be split, ripped, pounded, reborn; waiting for the shape my hands will give them.”

“Gonna rain like a cow pissin' on a flat rock" [drugstore clerk to detective Virgil Flowers]Dark of the Moon, p.7”