As soon as I can afford a studio space, I&#39;ll paint again.

Was it only by dreaming or writing that I could find out what I thought?

You have become my thinking’s single thought, My heart’s first love: it had no love before. I love you as no love on earth is wrought, I love you now and love you evermore.

Then there were his education and his reading, the books he bought and borrowed, his knowledge of things that could not be eaten or worn or cohabited with, his interest in poetry and his respect for good writing.

Written By John Steinbeck

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