John Steinbeck on forget
“I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it.”
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Don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens – The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck You can only understand people if you feel them in yourself.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck Sometimes a man wants to be stupid if it lets him do a thing his cleverness forbids.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck I like a lot of talk in a book and I don’t like to have nobody tell me what the guy that’s talking looks like. I want to figure out what he looks like from the way he talks.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck Maybe the hardest thing in writing is simply to tell the truth about things as we see them.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck An answer is invariably the parent of a whole family of new questions.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck You know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyway.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck Books are the best friends you can have; they inform you, and entertain you, and they don’t talk back.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck People are felt rather than seen after the first few moments.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.
John SteinbeckJohn Steinbeck Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.
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