War ... a reversal of the rules where a man is permitted to kill all the humans he can.
John SteinbeckThe cars of the migrant people crawled out of the side roads onto the great cross-country highway, and they took the migrant way to the West.... And because they were lonely and perplexed, because they had all come from a place of sadness and worry and defeat, and because they were all going to a mysterious new place, ... a strange thing happened: the twenty families became one family, the children were the children of all. The loss of home became one loss, and the golden time in the West was one dream.
John SteinbeckThe quality of owning freezes you forever in "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we.
John SteinbeckI have thought that men and women should never come together except in bed. There is the only place where their natural hatred of each other is not so apparent.
John Steinbeck