John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck
John Ernst Steinbeck, Jr.was an American author of twenty-seven books, including sixteen novels, six non-fiction books, and five collections of short stories. He is widely known for the comic novels Tortilla Flatand Cannery Row, the multi-generation epic East of Eden, and the novellas Of Mice and Menand The Red Pony. The Pulitzer Prize-winning The Grapes of Wrath is considered Steinbeck's masterpiece and part of the American literary canon. In the first 75 years after it was published, it sold 14...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth27 February 1902
CountryUnited States of America
It is the hour of pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.
An answer is invariably the parent of a whole family of new questions.
Money is not nice. Money got no friends but more money.
You know most people live ninety per cent in the past, seven per cent in the present, and that only leaves them three per cent for the future.
We could live offa the fatta the lan'.
Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.
We can shoot rockets into space but we can't cure anger or discontent.
There's a responsibility in being a person. It's more than just taking up space where air would be.
He was born in fury and he lived in lightning. Tom came headlong into life. He was a giant in joy and enthusiasms. He didn't discover the world and its people, he created them. When he read his father's books, he was the first. He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day. His mind plunged like a colt in a happy pasture, and when later the world put up fences, he plunged against the wire, and when the final stockade surrounded him, he plunged right through it and out. And as he was capable of giant joy, so did he harbor huge sorrow.
There are no ugly questions except those clothed in condescension.
Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.
There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.
There is nothing pleasanter than spading when the ground is soft and damp.
The trash and litter of nature disappears into the ground with the passing of each year, but man's litter has more permanence.