I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept.
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 SteinbeckI do not find illness an eminence, and I do not understand how people can use it to draw attention to themselves since the attention they draw is nearly always reluctantly given and unpleasantly carried out.
John SteinbeckLiza 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.
John Steinbeck