“…change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn…
…and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.” – Steinbeck
I’ve always liked Steinbeck’s writing. From The Pearl to Of Mice and Men, The Grapes of Wrath to Sweet Thursday, his novels have always made me smile. He had a way of phrasing things that made the most tragic, heart-wrenching moments seem beautiful. Beautiful misery. Gorgeous sorrow.
At the same time, he also had a way of making you empathize with a character who was about to murder his friend, or nearly destroying a family through the pursuit of something nearly unattainable.
Go. Go now. Read some Steinbeck. You’ll feel better.