But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again.
John SteinbeckI think of my life as a kind of music, not always good music but still having form and melody.
John SteinbeckI have thought that men and women should never come together except in bed. There is the only place where their natural hatred of each other is not so apparent.
John Steinbeck