And now the forces marshaled around the concept of the group have declared a war of extermination on that preciousness, the mind of man.
John SteinbeckBut you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again.
John SteinbeckAnd the people listened, and their faces were quiet with listening. The story tellers, gathering attention into their tales, spoke in great rhythms, spoke in great words because the tales were great, and the listeners became great through them.
John Steinbeck