In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
JOHN STEINBECKIn the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
JOHN STEINBECKThe final weapon is the brain, all else is supplemental.
JOHN STEINBECKNo man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.
JOHN STEINBECKWhen two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you’ve got two new people.
JOHN STEINBECKAh, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.
JOHN STEINBECKOut of all this struggle a good thing is going to grow. That makes it worthwhile.
JOHN STEINBECKTo finish is sadness to a writer — a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn’t really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.
JOHN STEINBECKWith all our horrors and faults, somewhere in us there is a shining.
JOHN STEINBECKAmerican married life is the doormat to the whorehouse.
JOHN STEINBECKMen 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.
JOHN STEINBECKI 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 STEINBECKGirls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
JOHN STEINBECKSocialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.
JOHN STEINBECKYour audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person-a real person you know, or an imagined person and write to that one.
JOHN STEINBECKYou know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyway.
JOHN STEINBECKHow can you frighten a man whose hunger is not only in his own cramped stomach but in the wretched bellies of his children? You can’t scare him–he has known a fear beyond every other.
JOHN STEINBECK