No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself. – John Steinbeck
Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments. – John Steinbeck
Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard. – John Steinbeck
The new American finds his challenge and his love in the traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the town lets wither a time and die. – John Steinbeck