It is astounding to find that the belly of every black and evil thing is as white as snow. And it is saddening to discover how the concealed parts of angels are leporous.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

It doesn't matter that Cathy was what I have called a monster. Perhaps we can't understand Cathy, but on the other hand we are capable of many things in all directions, of great virtues and great sins. And who in his mind has not probed the black water?

I wrote The Grapes of Wrath in one hundred days, but many years of preparation preceded it.

I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.

Many are the stories I have heard about myself. I have mistresses I have never met. When I hear that I am a sodomist and a zoophalist then I shall know that I have reached the high point of fame, but I suppose I can hardly expect such exaltation for many years.

We could live offa the fatta the lan'.