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
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. John Steinbeck changecurtaindawn 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
We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it. John Steinbeck hatesearchsecurity Change image and share on social
Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it. John Steinbeck baitkindman Change image and share on social
A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ. John Steinbeck germkillquick Change image and share on social
Time is the only critic without ambition. John Steinbeck ambitioncritictime Change image and share on social
In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable. John Steinbeck explaininexplicableloneliness Change image and share on social
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. John Steinbeck artartistgreat share on social
