Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.
John SteinbeckI write because I like to write. I find joy in the texture and tone and rhythm of words. It is a satisfaction like that which follows good and shared love.
John SteinbeckI have named the destroyers of nations: comfort, plenty, and security - out of which grow a bored and slothful cynicism, in which rebellion against the world as it is, and myself as I am, are submerged in listless self-satisfaction.
John Steinbeck