The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.

Human life is driven forward by its dim apprehension of notions too general for its existing language.

Do you have any coffee?'...'It stunts my growth, and I'm afraid of death.

But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me- why we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again.

Written By John Steinbeck

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