Just like heaven. Everโbody wants a little piece of lanโ. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land. Itโs just in their head. Theyโre all the time talkinโ about it, but itโs jusโ in their head.
John SteinbeckMan, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
John SteinbeckWhere does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.
John Steinbeck