Once I knew the City very well, spent my attic days there, while others were being a lost generation in Paris, I fledged in San Francisco, climbed its hills. slept in its parks, worked on its docks, marched and shouted in its revolts~ It had been to me in the days of my poverty and it did not resent my temporary solvency.
John SteinbeckI saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation- a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go someday, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every states I visited. Nearly every American hungers to move.
John SteinbeckHow can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?
John SteinbeckAnd this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.
John SteinbeckThere is no term comparable to green thumbs to apply to such a mechanic, but there should be. For there are men who can look, listen, tap, make an adjustment, and a machine works.
John Steinbeck