When you're a child you're the center of everything. Everything happens for you. Other people? They're only ghosts furnished for you to talk to.
John SteinbeckAnd, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen.
John SteinbeckI had seen so many begin to pack their lives in cotton woool, smother their impulses, hood their passions, and gradually retire from their manhood into a kind of spiritual and physical semi-invalidism. In this they are encouraged by wives and relatives, and it's such a sweet trap.
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