I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.
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John Steinbeck
John Ernst Steinbeck, Jr. (February 27, 1902 – December 20, 1968) was an American author of 27 books, including 16 novels, six non-fiction books, and two collections of short stories. He is widely known for the comic novels Tortilla Flat (1935) and Cannery Row (1945), the multi-generation epic East of Eden (1952), and the novellas Of Mice and Men (1937) and The Red Pony (1937). The Pulitzer Prize-winning The Grapes of Wrath (1939) is considered Steinbeck's masterpiece and part of the American literary canon. In the first 75 years after it was published, it sold 14 million copies. The winner of the 1962 Nobel Prize in Literature, he has been called "a giant of American letters". His works are widely read abroad and many of his works are considered classics of Western literature. Most of Steinbeck's work is set in southern and central California, particularly in the Salinas Valley and the California Coast Ranges region. His works frequently explored the themes of fate and injustice, especially as applied to downtrodden or everyman protagonists. 2Early life Steinbeck was born on February 27, 1902, in Salinas, Californi
It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.
It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger.
We value virtue but do not discuss it. The honest bookkeeper, the faithful wife, the earnest scholar get little of our attention compared to the embezzler, the tramp, the cheat.
A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
And the stars down so close, and sadness and pleasure so close together, really the same thing
I’m just pain covered with skin.
Prayer never brought in no side-meat. Takes a shoat to bring in pork.
How can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past?
For 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.
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.
Up ahead they's a thousand lives we might live, but when it comes it'll only be one.
Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, and emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
I'm just pain covered with skin.
You got a God. Don't make no difference if you don't know what he looks like.