A water snake glided smoothly up the pool, twisting its periscope head from side to side; and it swam the length of the pool and came to the legs of a motionless heron that stood in the shadows. A silent head and beak lanced down and plucked it out by the head, and the beak swallowed the little snake while its tail waved frantically.
John SteinbeckThere is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.
John SteinbeckI wrote The Grapes of Wrath in one hundred days, but many years of preparation preceded it.
John Steinbeck