He was born in fury and he lived in lightning. Tom came headlong into life. He was a giant in joy and enthusiasms. He didn't discover the world and its people, he created them. When he read his father's books, he was the first. He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day. His mind plunged like a colt in a happy pasture, and when later the world put up fences, he plunged against the wire, and when the final stockade surrounded him, he plunged right through it and out. And as he was capable of giant joy, so did he harbor huge sorrow.
John SteinbeckAnd, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen.
John SteinbeckUnless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.
John Steinbeck