We only have one story. All novels, all poetry are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil.
John SteinbeckIt's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me, that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to man.
John SteinbeckAnd now the forces marshaled around the concept of the group have declared a war of extermination on that preciousness, the mind of man.
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