“Do you ever think about the rocks?" he said. "How does that go?" "Maybe they are alive and their hearts beat once every thousand years and they only need to take a breath every five hundred.” — Robert Olmstead Copy Share Image
He held my hand and told me a story about when he was six and threw a rock at a kid's head who was bullying his brother, and how after that no one had bothered either of them again. 'You… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
