Quotes by Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness

Explore a curated collection of 13 quotes by Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness. Discover timeless wisdom, insightful thoughts, and memorable words that have inspired readers around the world. Browse through the gallery below and click on any quote to read more.

We used to talk and smile seven days ago when I was wearing a suit. Now I'm dressed in a beard and smell of dog shit I d — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
The word begone is a Russian doll. A small, single word, which contains so many others; and when all the smaller words i — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Without the sleeping bag I'm just somebody up early in the morning, sitting under a tree. With the sleeping bag I'm nobo — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
My eyes open after my mind. All eyes always do. — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Nobody has to do anything wrong to end up living a life that feels like it’s not their own, all they have to do is take — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, o — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
His smile is a stranger resting on a haunted face, only coming out for poisons turning him into a ghost. — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
He brings the cigarette butt to his mouth and lights up. He breathes in, and coughs; a rattling helicopter with a broken — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
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 we are green and red — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Blobfish, the guy who snapped a hamsters neck, myself, the homeless guy who has never thrown a punch (but has killed a f — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Friday dusk becomes Friday evening. The park is feverish with life. A young Asian man screams into his mobile phone, not — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
The question should be who do we want to be when we grow up, not what. — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness