Showing posts with label John Steinbeck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Steinbeck. Show all posts
Sunday, May 18, 2014

From the tide pool to the stars

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“…it is a strange thing that most of the feeling we call religious, most of the mystical outcrying which is one of the most prized and used...
Friday, October 14, 2011

I have to go to the sunset now

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  "There are some things  a man can't do alone. I wouldn't think of trying anything so big without........

The quality of his gift is the measure of man

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Oh, a treasure-trove of John Steinbeck, from a yellowing notebook from 1984. Steinbeck, all-time favorite, Steinbeck, who cannot grow old. ...
Sunday, June 12, 2011

Thought is the evasion of feeling

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"And the third voice, which came from his marrow, would sing, "Lonesome! Lonesome! What good is it? Who benefit...
Wednesday, December 22, 2010

And the loneliness...

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From John Steinbeck's "Cannery Row" - "...Only one brave and beautiful boy of ten named Andy from Salinas ever crossed...
Sunday, May 9, 2010

Ever

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From John Steinbeck's "Cannery Row" - "...Only one brave and beautiful boy of ten named Andy from Salinas ever crossed th...

Cannery Row

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An all-time favourite book - "Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a ...
Sunday, October 18, 2009

Writing

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"A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn't telling or teaching or ordering...