Quotes from John Steinbeck

I have thought that men and women should never come together except in bed. There is the only place where their natural hatred of each other is not so apparent.

He took no rest, no recreation, and he became rich without pleasure and respected without friends.

Adam asked, "Do you know where your brother is?" "No, I don't," said Cal. "Weren't you with him at all?" "No." "He hasn't been home for two nights. Where is he?" "How do I know?" said Cal. "Am I supposed to look after him?

In a little while Danny assaulted her virtue with true gallantry and vigor.

But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into "I,'' and cuts you off forever from the "we.'' The Western States are nervous under the beginning change. Need is the stimulus to concept, concept to action. A half-million people moving over the country; a million more restive, ready to move; ten million more feeling the first nervousness

It isn't only color but a glowing, as though the leaves gobbled the light of the autumn sun and then released it slowly.

AÄŸz?nla söyleyemeyeceÄŸin bir ÅŸeyi, kaleme dayan?p yazmak neye yarar?

While the churches, bringing the sweet smell of piety for the soul, came in prancing and farting like brewery horses in bock-beer time, the sister evangelism, with release and joy for the body, crept in silently and grayly, with its head bowed and its face covered. You

Lately I never felt good enough. I always wanted to explain to him that I was not good. And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good. Is that it?

For I truly believe that people call their lives to them the way you'd whistle up a dog. I seem to thrive in small frustrations and make them up when I don't have them. This is not abnormal. In fact it is very supernormal.

She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever deeply wavered or despaired the family would fall.

Lately I never felt good enough. I always wanted to explain to him that I was not good. And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good. Is that it? I guess so. Maybe that's it.

It seems to me that Montana is a great splash of grandeur. The scale is huge but not overpowering. The land is rich with grass and color, and the mountains are the kind I would create if mountains were ever put on my agenda. Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans.

There was no subject she could not discuss with Lee. And the few things she could talk about to her father and mother were thin and pale and tired and mostly not even true. There Lee was different also, Abra wanted to tell Lee only true things even when she wasn't quite sure what was true.

I also wonder what would have happened if Steinbeck had forsaken Le Morte d'Arthur and invented a world of his own. Free to follow his own course, he might have crafted a major work of fantasy. It's not as unlikely as it may seem. His first novel, Cup of Gold: A Life of Sir Henry Morgan, Buccaneer, with Occasional Reference to History, was one of high adventure, with more fiction than history.

So we go into this happy new year, knowing that our species has learned nothing, can, as a race, learn nothing

the warfare between the unaroused male and female is constant and ferocious. Each blames the other for his loss of soul.

Oh, I have the money. I've had it a long time.

It is the hour of the pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.

You go steal that tire an' you're a thief, but he tried to steal your four dollars for a busted tire. They call that sound business.

YaÅŸamayan insanlara cennet umudundan nas?l söz edilebilir? Kendi ruhlar? çiÄŸnendiÄŸi, kederlere gömüldüÄŸü bir anda onlara nas?l Allah'tan söz edilebilir? Onlar?n yard?ma ihtiyac? var. Ölüme boyun eÄŸmeden önce yaÅŸamalar? gerek.

Seen any new etchin's lately, Bill? Well, here's one. Now, you be careful front of a lady. Oh, this ain't bad. Little kid comes in late ta school. Teacher says, "Why ya late?" Kid says, "Had a take a heifer down—get 'er bred." Teacher says, "Couldn't your ol' man do it?" Kid says, "Sure he could, but not as good as the bull.

E nei loro occhi cresce il furore. Nell'anima degli affamati i semi del furore sono diventati acini, e gli acini ormai grappoli maturi per la vendemmia.

Hayatlar?m?z bizden ayr?l?nca nas?l yaÅŸayabiliriz? GeçmiÅŸimiz olmadan kendimizi nas?l tan?yaca??z? Hay?r, hay?r. B?rak kals?n. Yak gitsin.