Hell Yes, John Steinbeck

Maybe both of us have got a piece of him. Maybe that’s what immortality is.

Lee, East of Eden by John Steinbeck (via literaryquotations)

What do I want in a doctor? Perhaps more than anything else—a friend with special knowledge. If you had never dived and I were with you, it would be my purpose to instruct you in the depths and dangers, of the pleasant and the malign. I guess I mean the same thing somewhat. We are so made that rascally, unsubtle flares may cause a meaningless panic whereas a secret treason may be nibbling away, unannounced or even pleasant as in the rapture of the deep.

Part of an excellent letter written by John Steinbeck, in reply to the question “Any other data you think may be of importance?” on his new doctor’s medical-history form.

Read the rest of this letter at Letters of Note: What do I want in a doctor?

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When you say I deserve a rest, you are saying that my life is over.

Samuel Hamilton, East of Eden by John Steinbeck (via literaryquotations)

One day Samuel strained his back lifting a bale of hay, and it hurt his feelings more than his back, for he could not imagine a life in which San Hamilton was not privileged to lift a bale of hay. He felt insulted by his back, almost as he would have been if one of his children had been dishonest.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden (p.254-255)

The afternoon came down as imperceptibly as age comes down on a happy man.

John Steinbeck, page 65 of Tortilla Flat (via willssingalongblog)

It was curious how soberly they drank that night. It was three hours before they sang even an obscene song.

John Steinbeck, page 211 of Tortilla Flat (via willssingalongblog)

We can shoot rockets into space but we can’t cure anger or discontent.

For it is said that humans are never satisfied, that you give them one thing and they want something more. And this is said in disparagement, whereas it is one of the greatest talents the species has and one that has made it superior to animals that are satisfied with what they have.

John Steinbeck, The Pearl (via itsfromabook)


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