“God don't lie…. And these are his words…. He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things.”

“Music is a language that doesn’t speak in particular words. It speaks in emotions, and if it’s in the bones, it’s in the bones.”

“Water and stone
Flesh and bone
Night and morn
Rose and thorn
Tree and wind
Heart and mind”

“Rattle his bones over the stones!
He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!”

“He whom we anatomized
‘whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers
and thought on his wit and how neatly he described things’
speaks
to us, hatching marrow,
broody all night over the bones of a deadman.”

“Whenever you look, God is there. But is He a rock or a stone or a sun or a moon or a bone? No. His sound is there and His warnings are there. You can see Him. You can see His sound, His words, His speech. You can listen to the commandments given to the prophets, because they have not gone away. They are within us.”

“Sticks and stones will break your bones, but now words can kill, too. This is how we must look to God. As if everything's just fine.”

“Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts.”

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will always hurt me.”

“Yelling at living things does tend to kill the spirit in them. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts.”