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. — 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 Image
Our problems come not from what we believe, but from how we believe in what we do. — Craig Stone Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Smile sometimes: it won’t add years to your life, but it will add life to your years. — Craig Stone Copy Share Image
People that talk about living in the real world don't even enjoy living in the real world. — Craig Stone Copy Share Image
“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 Image
