I should have known […] I am the rain. […] I am the land […] and I am the rain. The grass… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
But whereas a puppy will cringe away or roll on its back, groveling, a little boy may cover his shyness with nonchalance,… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
When a child first catches adults out -- when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
It is not enough to say that we cannot know or judge because all the information is not in. The process of… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
To finish is sadness to a writer — a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Let's say that when I was a little baby, and all my bones soft and malleable, I was put in a small… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
I have no choice of living or dying, you see, sir--but I do have a choice of how I do it. If… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
The design of a book is the pattern of a reality controlled and shaped by the mind of the writer. This is… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
I am a little man and this is a little town, but there must be a spark in little men that can… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
I know a little bit about a great many things and not enough about any one to make a living in these… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Says he foun' he jus' got a little piece of a great big soul. Says a wilderness ain't no good, 'cause his… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Life cannot be cut off quickly. One cannot be dead until the things he changed are dead. His effect is the only… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
There is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
If we could learn to like ourselves, even a little, maybe our cruelties and angers might melt away. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
The lies we tell about our duty and our purposes, the meaningless words of science and philosophy, are walls that topple before… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Just like heaven. Ever’body wants a little piece of lan’. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven,… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Well, every little boy thinks he invented sin. Virtue we think we learn, because we are told about it. But sin is… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Liza poured thick batter from a pitcher onto a soapstone griddle. The hot cakes rose like little hassocks, and small volcanoes formed… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
He had an idea that even when beaten he could steal a little victory by laughing at defeat. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
He was born in Bercy on the outskirts of Paris and trained in France, and while he knows a little Poodle-English, he… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
A water snake glided smoothly up the pool, twisting its periscope head from side to side; and it swam the length of… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
What good men most biologists are, the tenors of the scientific world - temperamental, moody, lecherous, loud-laughing, and healthy. Your true biologist… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
I think bullfights are for men who aren't very brave and wish they were. If you saw one you'll know what I… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
We value virtue but do not discuss it. The honest bookkeeper, the faithful wife, the earnest scholar get little of our attention… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
A man with a beard was always a little suspect anyway. You couldn't say you wore a beard because you liked a… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Kino heard the little splash of morning waves on the beach. It was very good -- Kino closed his eyes again to… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
If we could learn even a little to like ourselves, maybe our cruelties and angers might melt away. — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
Lennie said quietly, "It ain't no lie. We're gonna do it. Gonna get a little place an' live on the fatta the… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
The ways of sin are curious . . . I guess if a man had to shuck off everything he had, inside… — 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