He never forgot anything but he never bothered to arrange his memories. -Hazel, Cannery Row

I know a little bit about a great many things and not enough about any one to make a living in these times.

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

The difficulty of course is that I like women. It is only wives I am in trouble with.

In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.

All great and precious things are lonely.

We don't take a trip. A trip takes us.