Craig Stone quotes:

The word begone is a Russian doll. A small, single word, which contains so many others; and when all the smaller words inside line up, they look like a bridge: Be Beg Ego Go On One.

Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin.

My eyes open after my mind. All eyes always do.

Once upon a time humans faced each other and pulled thoughts from minds, advanced rapidly, revolutionised industry and evolved explosively. Then one day they stopped, and stared at a box. They grew fat and awkward in public, stopped expressing emotions and couldn't figure out how to reverse it: they reinvented themselves from Emperors back into prawns, because someone turned the TV on.

He brings the cigarette butt to his mouth and lights up. He breathes in, and coughs; a rattling helicopter with a broken blade crashing into a herd of trombone playing sheep falling off a cliff into a DIY shop with a discount on spanners.

Love is a grin, a look in the eye whispering what are we doing, appearing in silly arguments had for the sake of them.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but us sheep know, true beauty is not in the eye: it lives in the mind.

The sharpest tools in the box are not always the best tools for the job.

Love is born from disagreeing over something we believe in. Hate is born from disagreeing over something we fear.

If humans had nothing to fight for, they would fight for nothing.

There is nothing more deceptive, more grandeur, than the delusion of a single man.

Winter has arrived in North London. Snow has settled. The white snow looks beautiful and covers everything my eyes can see, yet beneath the incomprehensible beauty, the snow freezes greenery which struggles to breathe. Green leaves freeze from existence as children scream go faster to fathers who push them along in upside down bin lids, as they make the most of their schools being closed.

They put money into attack, by calling it defence.

Our problems come not from what we believe, but from how we believe in what we do.

My search for more attributes ended when I was halted in my tracks by the sky in her eyes looking back. I took the ball. And she noticed the sky in my eyes too. Our eyes kissed, and from that moment, we were inseparable."

I stared up in disbelief at the information my eyes fed my brain, and lost myself to the stars. For the first time in my life I had a greater idea of how infinitesimally small our planet really is and, furthermore, how tiny and insignificant I am in the grand scheme of the vast universe. I took a seat on a rock next to Lily and took in the moment to comprehend the vastness of everything else, and the incredible smallness of I.

If humans did not manufacture some of their own to appear like better people, people would not aspire to be someone else. They would stop dreaming. And if people didn't dream, they would be awake to discover the wonderful misery of being. There are no singular great people. There is only a small percentage of people manufactured to look significant, for the purpose of creating the feeling of mass insignificance.

All snowmen look to the sky, knowing their death will be delivered by the horizon. Before dawn, their life becomes the darkest. The moment before the sun burns all. The Snowmen go mental. Kill or be killed. I only just escaped the violent puddles, the sticks and stones. The broken carrot noses.

Ask questions then talk over answers, shout loudly you love everyone, try and hug people, confide in them that you are a sheep, offer them the last grass in your pockets. Then watch with a smile as they pretend you aren't there, and whisper you must be crazy, because you want to make friends.

The question should be who do we want to be when we grow up, not what.

When weâ??re young nothing offends us, except adults telling us what should. Then when we become adults, nothing offends us, except we are offended on behalf of our young.

Better to live dreaming, than dream of living.

Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day, teach a man to fish and he'll evolve to become so skilled at fishing he destroys the ocean and kills every last fish.

People that talk about living in the real world don't even enjoy living in the real world.

Sometimes you need to sit in the wrong place to see the right view.

When someone falls asleep on your chest, but the one really falling is you.

I wonder if I'm being paranoid. I tell myself I'm not, and then ask myself how I can be so sure? I don't know the answer, so I go back to wondering if I am.

We only borrow the breaths we take in life. Every breath we borrow we give back, including our last. In the end, no matter how we lived, we all die feeling owed.

Only the dying take pleasure in the details of what the healthy fail to notice.

We dream of the world we could have made, and wake up in the world that we did.

Small quarrels and tensions were expected because of our new environment. Every relationship has them. Each quarrel was soon forgotten and floated away on a wave. And then sometimes, on our silly days, the arguments returned on the wave, but the wave returned taller, a Tsunami, and neither of us knew where to run or what to do.

Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for what it tramples beneath.

Smile sometimes: it wonâ??t add years to your life, but it will add life to your years.

I want to avoid people, because thereâ??s only one thing worse than being homeless, and thatâ??s people who are not, knowing that you are.

Anything you want to do is possible; fear is not meant to prevent but to motivate your heart into the life you naturally think is improbable.

Lies are ants, the truth is the sun, and questions are a magnifying glass waiting to be picked up by the curious.

Love is a pig dressed as a clown sitting in a bath full of beans: pretty much amazing, once you get over the shock.

All the best bits of a film happen when I'm looking down at my phone. Life, is similar.

A person dies every second, but thereâ??s also a six year old somewhere, every second, trying to move an apple with his mind.

Humans are born free then put into cages, then convinced freedom is what being in a cage is, and what freedom is, is being in a cage.

When human men hold an object that makes a powerful noise, or has moving parts, or spins around fast, or has a button they can push (which either screws or nails something) they become Gods in their own heads.They can do anything: they can eat through walls and bring buildings together to form mighty empires.They can build floating cities and flying tin cans.But they still can't make their own beds.