I'm not sure if I was born like this or if I became like this because of my friend the painter, but when I look at something, the first thing I notice is the color.
-My Friend the Painter by Lygia Bojunga Nunes
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Saturday, April 3, 2010
On the way down the hill we walked three abreast in the cobblestone street, drunk and laughing and talking like men who knew they would separate at dawn and travel to the far corners of the earth. -The Rum Diary by Hunter S. Thompson
Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered, tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps... -Cannery Row by John Steinbeck