The first grave. Now we're getting someplace. Houses and children and graves, that's home, Tom. Those are the things that hold a man down.

The clouds appeared and went away, and in a while they did not try anymore.

The profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid, stable business.

You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.

His ear heard more than what was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought.

Lennie begged, "Le's do it now. Le's get that place now." "Sure right now. I gotta. We gotta.

Strength and success; they are above morality, above criticism. It seems then, that it is not what you do, but how you do it and what you call it.