A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale. And then-the glory-so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes. Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished.
John SteinbeckI need a dog pretty badly. I dreamed of dogs last night. They sat in a circle and looked at me and I wanted all of them.
John SteinbeckHe drank too much when he could get it, ate too much when it was there, talked too much all the time.
John SteinbeckWe 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 Steinbeck