A Quote by John Ernst Steinbeck on good writing

At the top of the ridge Jody was winded. He paused, puffing noisily. The blood pounded in his ears. Then he saw what he was looking for. Below, in one of the little clearings in the brush, lay the red pony. In the distance, Jody could see his lungs moving slowly and convulsively. And in a circle around him stood the buzzards, waiting for the moment of death they know so well.

John Steinbeck (1902 - 1968)

Source: The Short Novels of John Steinbeck, Pages: 159

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