It was autumn, the springtime of death.
Salvador Dali and fifty cents will get you a cup of clock melt.
A sense of humor...is superior to any religion so far devised.
Hawaii made the mouth of her soul water.
Maybe what I admired most about John Steinbeck is that he never mortgaged his 45-acre heart for a suite in an ivory tower.
What difference does it make if the Gospel is mostly a lie? It's an engrossing story and the words of its hero are excellent words to live by, even today.