I know that it might be better for you to come out from under your might-have-beens, into the winds of the world. And while I tell you, I am myself sifting memories, the way men pan the dirt under a barroom floor for the bits of gold dust that fall between the cracks. You’re too young a man to be panning memories. You should be getting yourself some new ones, so that the mining will be richer when you come to age.
John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via thetypicallifeofkee)
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3 notesThat moment in a book when everything seems to be resolved and everybody seems to be happy. But there is twenty pages left.
ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN.
IT’S ALL OR NOTHING.
