The cars of the migrant people crawled out of the side roads onto the great cross-country highway, and they took the migrant way to the West.... And because they were lonely and perplexed, because they had all come from a place of sadness and worry and defeat, and because they were all going to a mysterious new place, ... a strange thing happened: the twenty families became one family, the children were the children of all. The loss of home became one loss, and the golden time in the West was one dream.
John SteinbeckIt is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.
John SteinbeckIt is the hour of pearlโthe interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.
John SteinbeckWhat good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness? You only truly, deeply appreciate and are grateful for something when you compare and contrast it to something worse.
John Steinbeck