When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
There are monstrous changes taking place in the world, forces shaping a future whose face we do not know. Some of these… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
And the people listened, and their faces were quiet with listening. The story tellers, gathering attention into their tales, spoke in great… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents.... The face and body may be perfect, but if a… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the neverending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit. My three [great teachers] did not… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Prayer never brought in no side-meat. Takes a shoat to bring in pork. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“And now submarines are armed with mass murder, our silly, only way of deterring mass murder.” — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“I’d think there are degrees of greatness,” Adam said. “I don’t think so,” said Samuel. “That would be like saying there is a little… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“He was forever inventing a new way of doing an old thing and doing it better and quicker, but he never in his whole… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“You come back a changed man. Samuel, you don’t change him. He changes you. I can see the look of him in your face.”… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
I find out of long experience that I admire all nations and hate all governments — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
I have noticed that there is no dissatisfaction like that of the rich. Feed a man, clothe him, put him in a good house,… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Sometimes, a lie is told in kindness. I don't believe it ever works kindly. The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
