"Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream."
"The strange thing was, he said, how they screamed every night at midnight."
"This is the tale of a meeting of two lonely, skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast."
"Around quitting time, Tod Hackett heard a great din on the road outside his office."
"Sth, I know that woman."
"Boys are playing basketball around a telephone pole with a backboard bolted to it. "
"Old Dudley folded into the chair he was gradually molding to his own shape and looked out the window fifteen feet away into another window framed by blackened red brick."
"Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard."
"I was working the hole with the Sailor and we did not bad fifteen cents on average night boosting the afternoons and short timing the dawn we made out from the land of the free but I was running..."