These too are of a burning color--not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that golden cream might be like the color of the poppies.
John Steinbeck“Do you take pride in your hurt?” Samuel asked. “Does it make you seem large and tragic?” “I don't know.” “Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.”
John SteinbeckIt was too nerve-wracking, a shocking spectacle, like seeing an old, calm friend go insane.
John SteinbeckAgain it might have been the American tendency in travel. One goes, not so much to see but to tell afterward.
John Steinbeck