I believe there are techniques of the human mind whereby, in its dark deep, problems are examined, rejected or accepted. Such activities sometimes concern facets a man does not know he has. How often one goes to sleep troubled and full of pain, not knowing what causes the travail, and in the morning a whole new direction and a clearness is there, maybe the results of the black reasoning. And again there are mornings when ecstasy bubbles in the blood, and the stomach and chest are tight and electric with joy, and nothing in the thoughts to justify it or cause it.
John SteinbeckJust 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 SteinbeckThese words dropped into my childish mind as if you should accidentally drop a ring into a deep well. I did not think of them much at the time, but there came a day in my life when the ring was fished up out of the well, good as new.
John SteinbeckFour hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.
John SteinbeckWe have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the neverending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.
John Steinbeck