John Steinbeck

John
Steinbeck
1902
1968

American Author of Novels, Non-Fiction and Short Stories, Awarded Pulitzer Prize for The Grapes of Wrath and Nobel Prize for Literature

Author Quotes

Well, a man's mind can't stay in time the way his body does.

There is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.

There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of a postage stamp.

They reminded him of something?what was it??some memory, some picture. He strove to find it and then it came of itself. It rose out of the years complete with all its colours and its cries, its crowded feelings.

This is just a nigger talkin', an' a busted-back nigger. So it don't mean nothing, see? You couldn't remember it anyways. I seen it over an' over-a guy talkin' to another guy and it don't make no difference if he don't hear or understand. The thing is, they're talkin', or they're settin' still not talkin'. It don't make no difference, no difference.

Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.

Virtue is venerable as nothing else in this world is.

We have usurped many of the powers we once ascribed to God.

Well, certainly there are people who do not pose any difficulty to move to New York, but most of those with whom I have spoken on this subject, have experienced painful ordeal before adoption. The very acceptance is a bilateral process. I feel that the city and finally they accepted in the same way and you finally take it. Born in New York have no idea for this work, but cannot decide if they are lucky in this respect or not... Until one day he came to the place and the city accepts cease to battle with him. Too big is this city that ignored him, but suddenly the fact that it is invisible, became the most delightful thing in the world. His shyness evaporates. If kitted out like a journal - could no more half a million at worst dressed? If shabby - really no more a million ragged? If high - came in the city of shapely. If low - the city is full of dwarfs; if ugly - between two blocks short of at least ten grozotilyaka; if beautiful - competition will end. If talent - talent as you like. Did you decide to impress someone by appeared in Roman toga - hey it that there, down the street, wrapped in leopard skin. Whatever you do or say whatever you wear or thought - is not unique. Once you accept this, acquired with full freedom to be what it is; do not you take it terrifies him. - John Steinbeck , America and Americans and Selected Nonfiction

There is nothing else like beer the first bite.

There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of postage stamps. If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go.

They said I looked like a foreign devil; they said I spoke like a foreign devil. I made mistakes in manners, and I didn't know delicacies that had grown up since my father left. They wouldn't have me. You can believe it or not - I'm less foreign here than I was in China.

This is not theology. I have no bent towards gods. But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed - because 'Thou mayest.

through my own efforts I am lost most of the time without any help from anyone.

To the stars, on the wings of a pig.

War is treachery and hatred, the muddling of incompetent generals, the torture and killing and sickness and tiredness, until at last it is over and nothing has changed except for new weariness and new hatreds.

We know what we got, and we don't care whether you know it or not.

Well, every little boy thinks he invented sin. Virtue we think we learn, because we are told about it. But sin is our own designing.

There must be a saturation point and the progress may be a progression toward strangulation.

There's something desirable about anything you're used to as opposed to something you're not.

They say a good soldier fights a battle, never a war. That's for civilians.

This is the greatest mystery of the human mind--the inductive leap. Everything falls into place, irrelevancies relate, dissonance becomes harmony, and nonsense wears a crown of meaning. But the clarifying leap springs from the rich soil of confusion, and the leaper is not unfamiliar with pain.

Thy life is not thine own to govern, Danny, for it controls other lives. See how thy friends suffer! Spring to life, Danny, that thy friends may live again!

Tom , the third son, was most like his father. He was born in fury and he lived in lightning. Tom came headlong into life. He was a giant in joy and enthusiasms. He didn't discover the world and its people, he created them... He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day.

Author Picture
First Name
John
Last Name
Steinbeck
Birth Date
1902
Death Date
1968
Bio

American Author of Novels, Non-Fiction and Short Stories, Awarded Pulitzer Prize for The Grapes of Wrath and Nobel Prize for Literature