And when that crop grew, and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth sift past his fingertips. No man had touched the seed, or lusted for the growth. Men ate what they had not raised, had no connection with the bread. The land bore under iron, and under iron gradually died; for it was not loved or hated, it had no prayers or curses.
John SteinbeckEver'body's askin' that. "What we comin' to?" Seems to me we don't never come to nothin'. Always on the way.
John SteinbeckLife cannot be cut off quickly. One cannot be dead until the things he changed are dead. His effect is the only evidence of his life. While there remains even a plaintive memory, a person cannot be cut off, dead. And he thought, โItโs a long slow process for a human to die. We kill a cow, and it is dead as soon as the meat is eaten, but a manโs life dies as a commotion in a still pool dies, in little waves, spreading and growing back toward stillness.
John Steinbeck