A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.
John SteinbeckAnd finally, in our time a beard is the one thing that a woman cannot do better than a man, or if she can her success is assured only in a circus.
John SteinbeckChange was everywhere. People were gone, or changed, and that was almost like being gone.
John Steinbeck