We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say โ and to feel โ "Yes, thatโs the way it is, or at least thatโs the way I feel it. Youโre not as alone as you thought."
John SteinbeckAnd finally, in our time a beard is the one thing that a woman cannot do better than a man, or if she can her success is assured only in a circus.
John Steinbeck[Cannery Row's] inhabitants are, as the man once said, 'whores, pimps, gamblers, and sons of bitches,' by which he meant everybody. Had the man looked through another peephole he might have said, 'saints and angels and martyrs and holy men,' and he would have meant the same thing.
John Steinbeck