The cars of the migrant people crawled out of the side roads onto the great cross-country highway, and they took the migrant… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
You know what it is? San Francisco is a golden handcuff with the key thrown away. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
It would be good to live in a perpetual state of leave-taking, never to go nor to stay, but to remain suspended… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
And you know what it is? San Francisco a golden handcuff with the key thrown away. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
These too are of a burning color--not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that… — 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
