sherrillee

I'm in love. With John Steinbeck. If only he were still alive (he!). No, I'm primarily enamored with his words... Words do it for me. Descriptive words that bridge my love of image with my love of reading magical words. If only I could string together precious words to create such beauty as this:

"I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer----and what trees and seasons smelled like--how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich..."

And this...

"Samuel Hamilton rode back home in a night so flooded with moonlight that the hills took on the quality of the white and dusty moon. The trees and earth moon-dry, silent and airless and dead. The shadows were black without shading and the open places white without color."

And a quote:

"It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world."

~John Steinbeck





And to everyone out there i say this: