In the streets of New York between seven and nine in the morning you will see the slow procession of dog and downer proceeding from street to tree to hydrant to trash basket. They are apartment dogs. They are taken out twice a day, and, while it is a clichรฉ, it is truly amazing how owner and dog resemble each other. They grow to walk alike and have the same set of head.
John SteinbeckWhen I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day's work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.
John SteinbeckI have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool.
John Steinbeck