John Ernst Steinbeck (1902–68) was an American novelist. He was a leading exponent of the proletarian novel and the foremost spokesperson for the victims of the Great Depression. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature for 1962.
Born in Salinas, California, Steinbeck studied marine biology at Stanford University. He then worked as an agricultural laborer and a semi-skilled technician while writing steadily.
Tortilla Flat (1935,) Steinbeck’s first famous novel, is a realistic portrait of the itinerant peasants of California. It foreshadows the solidarity that characterizes his major work, The Grapes of Wrath (1939.) This study summed up the bitterness of the Great Depression decade and aroused widespread sympathy for the plight of migratory farm-workers. Steinbeck’s journalistic grasp of significant detail and his pictorial essence make this book a powerful plea for consideration of human values and universal justice. It led to much-needed reform and won the 1940 Pulitzer Prize.
Steinbeck’s other works include In Dubious Battle (1935,) Of Mice and Men (1937,) The Moon is Down (1942,) The Pearl (1947,) Burning Bright (1950,) East of Eden (1952) and Winter of Our Discontent (1961,) as well as the light-hearted and humorous Cannery Row (1945) and The Short Reign of Pippin IV (1957.)
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The techniques of opening conversation are universal. I knew long ago and rediscovered that the best way to attract attention, help, and conversation is to be lost. A man who seeing his mother starving to death on a path kicks her in the stomach to clear the way, will cheerfully devote several hours of his time giving wrong directions to a total stranger who claims to be lost.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Conversation
This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: America
Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Man, Mankind
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.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Dogs
It has always seemed strange to me…The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Success & Failure
The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It’s not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Nature
We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say—and to feel—“Yes, that’s the way it is, or at least that’s the way I feel it. You’re not as alone as you thought.”
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Storytelling
To finish is a sadness to a writer – a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn’t really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Authors & Writing
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.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Assistance, Help, Aid
The film of evening light made the red earth lucent, so that its dimensions were deepened, so that a stone, a post, a building, had greater depth, and more solidity than in any daytime light; and these objects were curiously more individual- a post was more essentially a post, set off from the earth it stood in and the field of corn it stood out against. All plants were individuals, not the mass of crop; and the ragged willow tree was itself, standing free of all other willow trees. The earth contributed a light to the evening. The front of the gray, paintless house, facing the west, was luminous as the moon is. The gray dusty truck, in the yard before the door, stood out magically in this light, in the overdrawn perspective of a stereopticon.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Light
Time is the only critic without ambition.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Time, Ambition, Time Management
A book is like a man—clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly. For every flowering thought there will be a page like a wet and mangy mongrel, and for every looping flight a tap on the wing and a reminder that wax cannot hold the feathers firm too near the sun.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Reading, Books
Even while I protest the assembly-line production of our food, our songs, our language, and eventually our souls, I know that it was a rare home that baked good bread in the old days. Mother’s cooking was with rare exceptions poor, that good unpasteurized milk touched only by flies and bits of manure crawled with bacteria, the healthy old-time life was riddled with aches, sudden death from unknown causes, and that sweet local speech I mourn was the child of illiteracy and ignorance. It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for the better.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Remembrance
There used to be a thing or a commodity we put great store by. It was called the People. Find out where the People have gone. I don’t mean the square-eyed toothpaste-and-hair-dye people or the new-car-or-bust people, or the success-and-coronary people. Maybe they never existed, but if there ever were the People, that’s the commodity the Declaration was talking about, and Mr. Lincoln.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: People
Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Criticism, Critics
It is the nature of man to rise to greatness if greatness is expected of him.
—John Steinbeck
The impulse of the American woman to geld her husband and castrate her sons is very strong.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Americans
I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.
—John Steinbeck
I know now why confusion in government is not only tolerated but encouraged. I have learned. A confused people can make no clear demands.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Government
I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Photography, Reality
I hold that a writer who does not passionately elieve in the perfectibility of man has no edication nor any membership in literature.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Dedication
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts, perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Fear
Give a critic an inch, he’ll write a play.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Critics, Criticism
Texas is not a state—it’s a state of mind.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: The Mind, Mind
I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now—only that place where the books are kept.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Books
I’ve lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Weather
The trash and litter of nature disappears into the ground with the passing of each year, but man’s litter has more permanence.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Nature
How can we live without our lives? How will we know its us without our past?
—John Steinbeck
The President must be greater than anyone else, but not better than anyone else. We subject him and his family to close and constant scrutiny and denounce them for things that we ourselves do every day. A Presidential slip of the tongue, a slight error in judgmentsocial, political, or ethicalcan raise a storm of protest. We give the President more work than a man can do, more responsibility than a man should take, more pressure than a man can bear. We abuse him often and rarely praise him. We wear him out, use him up, eat him up. And with all this, Americans have a love for the President that goes beyond loyalty or party nationality; he is ours, and we exercise the right to destroy him.
—John Steinbeck
The discipline of the written word punishes both stupidity and dishonesty.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Authors & Writing, Writers, Writing
The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: War
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 …
—John Steinbeck
No one wants advice—only corroboration.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Advice
And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in all the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Individuality
When the time for recognition of service to the nation in wartime comes to be considered, Bob Hope should be high on the list. This man drives himself and is driven. It is impossible to see how he can do so much, can cover so much ground, can work so hard, and can be so effective. He works month after month at a pace that would kill most people.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Legacy
One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Weather, One liners
The comfortable people in tight houses felt pity at first, and then distaste, and finally hatred for the migrant people.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Xenophobia
No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Humanity, Humankind
Once I traveled about in an old bakery wagon, double-doored rattler with a mattress on the floor, I stopped where people stopped or gathered, I listened and looked and felt, and in the process had a picture of my country the accuracy of which was impaired only by my own shortcomings.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Travel
Writers are a little below the clowns and a little above the trained seals.
—John Steinbeck
Topics: Writers, Writing, Authors & Writing
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