“He brings the cigarette butt to his mouth and lights up. He breathes in, and coughs; a rattling helicopter with a broken… — Craig Stone Copy Share Image
“His smile is a stranger resting on a haunted face, only coming out for poisons turning him into a ghost.” — Craig Stone Copy Share Image
“Blobfish, the guy who snapped a hamsters neck, myself, the homeless guy who has never thrown a punch (but has killed a… — Craig Stone Copy Share Image
“We used to talk and smile seven days ago when I was wearing a suit. Now I'm dressed in a beard and… — Craig Stone Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to wake up. I can’t feel the cold of life. I can’t feel fear in my dreams. When awake… — Craig Stone Copy Share Image
Love is a grin, a look in the eye whispering what are we doing, appearing in silly arguments had for the sake of them. — Craig Stone Copy Share
Our problems come not from what we believe, but from how we believe in what we do. — Craig Stone Copy Share
“Friday dusk becomes Friday evening. The park is feverish with life. A young Asian man screams into his mobile phone, not stopping to listen:… — Craig Stone Copy Share
Winter has arrived in North London. Snow has settled. The white snow looks beautiful and covers everything my eyes can see, yet beneath the… — Craig Stone Copy Share
Humans are born free then put into cages, then convinced freedom is what being in a cage is, and what freedom is, is being… — Craig Stone Copy Share
When human men hold an object that makes a powerful noise, or has moving parts, or spins around fast, or has a button they… — Craig Stone Copy Share
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but us sheep know, true beauty is not in the eye: it lives in… — Craig Stone Copy Share
Smile sometimes: it won’t add years to your life, but it will add life to your years. — Craig Stone Copy Share
People that talk about living in the real world don't even enjoy living in the real world. — Craig Stone Copy Share
“Stale beer sticks to wobbling tables. The cigarette machine flashes in the corner, mocking smokers who never have any change on them. There’s no… — Craig Stone Copy Share
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. — Craig Stone Copy Share
I was staying in a hotel in San Francisco for a couple of nights, before flying back to the UK. My hotel was a… — Craig Stone Copy Share
