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
This you may say of man - when theories change and crash, when schools, philosophies, when narrow dark alleys of thought, national, religious, economic, grow and disintegrate, man reaches, stumbles forward, painfully, mistakenly sometimes. Having stepped forward, he may slip back, but only half a step, never the full step back.
The proofs that God does not exist are very strong, but in lots of people they are not as strong as the feeling that He does.
No story has power, nor will it last, unless we feel in ourselves that it is true and true of us.
One day we'll sit and you'll lay it out on the table, neat like a solitaire deck, but now - why, you can't find all the cards.
You're buying years of work, toil in the sun; you're buying a sorrow that can't talk.
Men who have created new fruits in the world cannot create a system whereby those fruits may be eaten.
They're a dark people with a gift for suffering way past their deserving. It's said that without whiskey to soak and soften the world, they'd kill themselves. (Irish)
I wrote The Grapes of Wrath in one hundred days, but many years of preparation preceded it.
Fella in business got to lie an' cheat, but he calls it somepin else. That's what's important. You go steal that tire an' you're a thief, but he tried to steal your four dollars for a busted tire. They call that sound business.
This I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected.
You know what it is? San Francisco is a golden handcuff with the key thrown away.
Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down.
Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of a human need for it, and it has not changed except to become more needed
Prayer never brought in no side-meat. Takes a shoat to bring in pork.