Must the hunger become anger and the anger fury before anything will be done?

Lennie begged, "Le's do it now. Le's get that place now." "Sure right now. I gotta. We gotta.

And the people listened, and their faces were quiet with listening. The story tellers, gathering attention into their tales, spoke in great rhythms, spoke in great words because the tales were great, and the listeners became great through them.

No one wants advice - only corroboration.

I nearly always write — just as I nearly always breathe.

Maybe the hardest thing in writing is simply to tell the truth about things as we see them.

Liza poured thick batter from a pitcher onto a soapstone griddle. The hot cakes rose like little hassocks, and small volcanoes formed and erupted on them until they were ready to be turned. A cheerful brown, they were, with tracings of darker brown. And the kitchen was full of the good sweet smell of them.