In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
John SteinbeckHe was born in Bercy on the outskirts of Paris and trained in France, and while he knows a little Poodle-English, he responds quickly only to commands in French. Otherwise he has to translate, and that slows him down.
John SteinbeckI'm back with my own kind of people here now, the bums and drinkers and no goods and it is a fine thing.
John SteinbeckThe cars of the migrant people crawled out of the side roads onto the great cross-country highway, and they took the migrant way to the West.... And because they were lonely and perplexed, because they had all come from a place of sadness and worry and defeat, and because they were all going to a mysterious new place, ... a strange thing happened: the twenty families became one family, the children were the children of all. The loss of home became one loss, and the golden time in the West was one dream.
John Steinbeck