Quotes About John Steinbeck

What the hell kind of bed you giving us, anyways? We don't want no pants rabbits.

I don't want advice.' 'Nobody does. It's a giver's present.

a tight hard little woman humorless as a chicken.

He wears a beard and his face is half Christ and half satyr and his face tells the truth.

Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.

Critics are the eunuchs of literature. They stand by in envious awe while the whole man and his partner demonstrate the art of living.

I don't want advice." "Nobody does. It's a giver's present.

Help him, Adam--help him. Give him his chance. Let him be free. That's all a man has over the beasts. Free him! Bless him!

I did not want to surrender fierceness for a small gain in yardage. My wife married a man; I saw no reason why she should inherit a baby.

When he first got the job with Kate, Joe looked for the weaknesses on which he lived—vanity, voluptuousness, anxiety or conscience, greed, hysteria. He knew they were there because she was a woman.

I have said that Texas is a state of mind, but I think it is more than that. It is a mystique closely approximating a religion.

Even Juan laughed then. Everyone laughed. And suddenly the bus was not full of strangers. Some chemical association was formed. Norma laughed hysterically. All the tension of the morning came out in her laughter.

The surface of the earth crusted. A thin hard crust, and as the sky became pale, so the earth became pale, pink in the red contry and white in the gray contry. (1) This describes the form of the book how the earth has been swallowed by the sun and allows you to assume that the farms are destroded.

That is all I can think of. If there was more to be answered it is in the stomachs of those khaki-colored devils in the garden. They are eating the fence now. The appetite of a puppy ranks with Grand Canyon for pure stupendousness.

Why, you mouse—you nasty cur. With goodness all around you—don't you dare suggest a thing like that! Why is your sorrow more refined than my sorrow?

Guarantee? We guaranteed it to be an automobile.

There was an iron simplicty in the seer. He was like a monolith of logic standing against waves of angry nonsense.

I'll want to hear," Samuel said. "I eat stories like grapes.

I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier?

The political reality Steinbeck examined in Of Mice and Men, set a "few miles south of Soledad"—Spanish for "solitude"—is the intense loneliness and anger engendered by hopelessness.

Isn't overeating said to be one of the strongest symptoms of discontent? And isn't discontent the lever of change?

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

his writings derive from a basically romantic temperament)

the story of mankind's quest for profound comprehension of his commitment to his fellow man and to the earth he inhabits.