Showing posts with label steinbeck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label steinbeck. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

where books are kept

"i have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. it means to me now - only the place where the books are kept." - john steinbeck

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

my dear will not catch trouble

"as for its being silly, i don't mind that. sometimes it's great fun to be silly, like children playing statues and dying of laughter. and sometimes being silly breaks the even pace and lets you get a new start. when i am troubled, i play a game of silly so that my dear will not catch trouble from me. she hasn't found me out yet, or if she has, i'll never know it. so many things i don't know about my mary, and among them, how much she knows about me."

-john steinbeck, the winter of our discontent