Quotes by Craig Stone

About Craig Stone:

Craig Brian Raymond Stone is an English semi-professional footballer who plays for Eastbourne Borough. He came through the Gillingham youth ranks, making his league debut as a 16-year-old in the 2005–06 season away to Hartlepool United, and plays in central midfield.
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I was staying in a hotel in San Francisco for a couple of nights, before flying back to the UK. My hotel was a desperate grey block made from paper and people’s screams. At night the sound of strangers having icy sex echoed off the building and pou...

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My landlord lives in the flat at the bottom of the stairs. I rent a studio flat from him, and live at the top of the staircase. There are two more flights of stairs and four more flats, but it’s me he is obsessed with.

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At the end of the world the sunset is like a child smashing a pack of crayons into God’s face.

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She danced like no one was watching, but she knew that I was.

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Small quarrels and tensions were expected because of our new environment. Every relationship has them. Each quarrel was soon forgotten and floated away on a wave. And then sometimes, on our silly days, the arguments returned on the wave, but the wave...

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His fingers are too long and when he talks he uses them to point out moments in his sentences. When he does, as the tips of his spindly fingers touch the words his mouth forms, his words turn dark before my eyes and disintegrate like twisted people c...

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I listened to the crashing thundering of a tiny tear tumbling like a wave down her beautiful face.

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I was just another lost soul screaming through the paper thin hotel walls into the ears of the fucked.

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A watched pot never boils, but if I took my eyes from these negative thoughts for a second they would spill over the edges of my lips, and boil the beautiful moment alive as we lived it.

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The builder has ginger curly hair on top of his head, and a thick moustache. He has the look of a McDonald’s manager from 1970 who spends his evenings sitting in the smoky back row of theatres in Soho. He’s tall and muscular with hands the size o...

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Our problems come not from what we believe, but from how we believe in what we do.

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Winter has arrived in North London. Snow has settled. The white snow looks beautiful and covers everything my eyes can see, yet beneath the incomprehensible beauty, the snow freezes greenery which struggles to breathe. Green leaves freeze from existe...

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I stared up in disbelief at the information my eyes fed my brain, and lost myself to the stars. For the first time in my life I had a greater idea of how infinitesimally small our planet really is and, furthermore, how tiny and insignificant I am in ...

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The question should be who do we want to be when we grow up, not what.

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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.

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We dream of the world we could have made, and wake up in the world that we did.

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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 bits glowing under a machine, lights turn off and on, and people of science convince themselves they know what’s going on....

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Better to live dreaming, than dream of living.

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Blobfish, the guy who snapped a hamsters neck, myself, the homeless guy who has never thrown a punch (but has killed a fox) and Dickface, the man obsessed with trees and touching himself in public, follow an arrogant midget into the home of a pale cr...

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The word begone is a Russian doll. A small, single word, which contains so many others; and when all the smaller words inside line up, they look like a bridge: Be Beg Ego Go On One.

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Without the sleeping bag I'm just somebody up early in the morning, sitting under a tree. With the sleeping bag I'm nobody up early, sitting under a tree: a slight, but important difference in how I’ll be perceived.

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Author Bio

  • NameCraig Stone
  • DescriptionFootballer
  • BornDecember 29, 1988
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionAssociation Football Player