I can still tend the rabbits, George? I didn't mean no harm, George.

Just set one day's work in front of the last day's work. That's the way it comes out. And that's the only way it does.

Being at ease with himself put him at ease with the world.

The sale of souls to gain the whole world is completely voluntary and almost unanimous...but not quite.

Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream.

It requires self-esteem to receive-not self-love but just a pleasant acquaintance and liking for oneself.

There's something desirable about anything you're used to as opposed to something you're not.