You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.
John SteinbeckPeople like you to be something, preferably what they are.
John SteinbeckMy imagination will get me a passport to hell one day.
John SteinbeckTags: imagination
All great and precious things are lonely.
John SteinbeckTags: loneliness
She gathered some brown seaweed and made a flat damp poultice of it, and this she applied to the baby's swollen shoulder, which was as good a remedy as any and probably better than the doctor could have done. But the remedy lacked his authority because it was simple and didn't cost anything.
John SteinbeckI will go so far as to say that the writer who is not scared is happily unaware of the remote and tantalizing majesty of the medium.
John Steinbeck...and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
John SteinbeckAfter the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people. This deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who writes dirty words in a public toilet to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind. Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do.
John SteinbeckThere's more beauty in truth, even if it is dreadful beauty.
John SteinbeckTags: truth
The fields were fruitful, and starving men moved on the roads.
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