Sectional football games have the glory and the despair of war, and when a Texas team takes the field against a foreign state, it is an army with banners. – John Steinbeck
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. – 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
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts… perhaps the fear of a loss of power. – John Steinbeck