John steinbeck

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.

Sectional football games have the glory and the despair of war, and when a Texas team takes the field against a foreign state, it is an army with banners.

Syntax, my lad. It has been restored to the highest place in the republic.

No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.

I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.

I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.

I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier?

I have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool.

Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.

Give a critic an inch, he'll write a play.