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 SteinbeckWe only have one story. All novels, all poetry are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil.
John SteinbeckWhere does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.
John SteinbeckIf a man ordered a beer milk shake, he thought, he'd better do it in a town where he wasn't known.
John Steinbeck