“Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man.”
More from John Steinbeck
“If it is right, it happens — the main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away”
“A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.”
“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.”
“There’s a responsibility in being a person. It’s more than just taking up space where air…”