Words matter. These are the best John Steinbeck Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
These words dropped into my childish mind as if you should accidentally drop a ring into a deep well. I did not think of them much at the time, but there came a day in my life when the ring was fished up out of the well, good as new.
Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.
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.
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.
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.
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.
If you’re in trouble, or hurt or need – go to the poor people. They’re the only ones that’ll help – the only ones.
I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.
No one wants advice – only corroboration.
So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.
One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.
A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.
If you’re in trouble, or hurt or need – go to the poor people. They’re the only ones that’ll help – the only ones.
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
Sectional football games have the glory and the despair of war, and when a Texas team takes the field against a foreign state, it is an army with banners.
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.
Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.
Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier?
Syntax, my lad. It has been restored to the highest place in the republic.
In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.
A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.
So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.
I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.
Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there’s time, the Bastard Time.
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts… perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.
I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.
Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.
I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.
The profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid, stable business.
I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.
The profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid, stable business.
The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.
I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.
It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming.
I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.
