1,374 Quotes by John Steinbeck

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.

Give a critic an inch, he'll write a play.

I need a dog pretty badly. I dreamed of dogs last night. They sat in a circle and looked at me and I wanted all of them.

Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper. Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down. Rewrite in process is usually found to be an excuse for not going on.

I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

These too are of a burning color--not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that golden cream might be like the color of the poppies.

At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars.

The nicest thing in the world you can do for anybody is let them help you.