Maybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. But this culture is… — 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
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
“A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green. The… — 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
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
