How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?
John SteinbeckSo much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world.
John SteinbeckYou can boast about anything if it's all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.
John Steinbeck