In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage. John Steinbeck fillgrapegrow Change image and share on social
I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything. John Steinbeck camerahate Change image and share on social
The discipline of the written word punishes both stupidity and dishonesty. John Steinbeck disciplinedishonestypunish Change image and share on social
I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature. John Steinbeck dedicationholdliterature Change image and share on social
One can find so many pains when the rain is falling. John Steinbeck fallfindpain Change image and share on social
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. John Steinbeck accomplishmentaheadconcept Change image and share on social
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. John Steinbeck arrivebigbottle share on social
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. John Steinbeck actionbringchoose Change image and share on social
Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals. John Steinbeck clownsealtrain Change image and share on social
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. John Steinbeck bastarddiscontentfeed share on social
