Zitat des Tages von John Steinbeck:
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
The discipline of the written word punishes both stupidity and dishonesty.
It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome but if that is all we ever were, we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the face of the earth.
Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.
These words dropped into my childish mind as if you should accidentally drop a ring into a deep well. I did not think of them much at the time, but there came a day in my life when the ring was fished up out of the well, good as new.
In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.
Syntax, my lad. It has been restored to the highest place in the republic.
One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.
The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.
I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.
I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier?
So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.
A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.
It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.
Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.
I have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool.
Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.
Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.
I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.
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.
I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.
Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.
Time is the only critic without ambition.
If you're in trouble, or hurt or need - go to the poor people. They're the only ones that'll help - the only ones.
We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.
No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.
I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.
No one wants advice - only corroboration.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
Give a critic an inch, he'll write a play.
The profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid, stable business.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.