I watched the early morning light pass over and through the windows of colored glass, leaving streaks of red and green and yellow on the stone floor. When I was little, I used to try and capture the colored light. I thought I could hold it in my hand and carry it home. Now I know it is like happiness-- it is there or it is not, you cannot hold it or keep it.

Danger, like a third man, was standing in the room.

God created your body to work in unity so why then do you divide your mind by your wrong thinkings.

Doc was more than first citizen of Cannery Row.  He was healer of the wounded soul and the cut finger.

Written By John Steinbeck

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