Why, Tom - us people will go on livin' when all them people is gone. Why, Tom, we're the people that live. They ain't gonna wipe us out. Why, we're the people - we go on.' 'We take a beatin' all the time.' 'I know.' Ma chuckled. 'Maybe that makes us tough. Rich fellas come up an' they die, an' their kids ain't no good, an' they die out. But, Tom, we keep a-comin'. Don' you fret none, Tom. A different time's comin'.
John SteinbeckIn poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms
John SteinbeckI would like to sit still for a while but I'm restless you know and sitting still is only an ideal like celibacy and complete cleanliness.
John SteinbeckThere is no term comparable to green thumbs to apply to such a mechanic, but there should be. For there are men who can look, listen, tap, make an adjustment, and a machine works.
John SteinbeckDear Lord,' he said. 'let me be like Aron. Donโt make me mean. I donโt want to be. If you will let everybody like me, why, Iโll give you anything in the world, and if I havenโt got it, why, Iโll go for to get it. I donโt want to be mean. I donโt want to be lonely. For Jesusโ sake, Amen.
John Steinbeck