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"At that place ain't no sin and there own't no virtue. There's just stuff people practice."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"It was her habit to build upwardly laughter out of inadequate materials."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"How tin can we alive without our lives? How will we know it's u.s. without our past?"
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"...and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"The quality of owning freezes you lot forever in "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"You lot're spring to become idears if you lot get thinkin' virtually stuff"
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Earlier I knowed it, I was sayin' out loud, 'The hell with information technology! At that place ain't no sin and in that location ain't no virtue. There'south but stuff people do. It's all function of the same thing.' . . . . I says, 'What's this call, this sperit?' An' I says, 'It's dearest. I honey people and then much I'm fit to bust, sometimes.' . . . . I figgered, 'Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe,' I figgered, 'maybe it'due south all men an' all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Sperit-the human sperit-the whole shebang. Possibly all men got ane big soul ever'body'southward a part of.' At present I sat there thinkin' it, an' all of a suddent-I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was truthful, and I still know it."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Upwards ahead they's a thousan' lives we might live, merely when it comes it'll on'y be one."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create - this is man."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"A large drib of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where information technology had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"If he needs a million acres to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it 'cause he feels awful poor inside hisself, and if he's poor in hisself, there ain't no meg acres gonna make him experience rich, an' peradventure he's disappointed that nothin' he tin can exercise 'll brand him feel rich."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must exist destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to accept the fruit, but this could not exist. How would they purchase oranges at xx cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them upwards? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the law-breaking, angry at the people who accept come to accept the fruit. A one thousand thousand people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the gilded mountains. And the aroma of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to proceed warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and allow the putrescence baste downwards into the earth.
There is a offense hither that goes beyond denunciation. In that location is a sorrow hither that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot exist taken from an orangish. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them dorsum; they come in rattling cars to become the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop downwards to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry at that place is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family, the strong identify that could not be taken. And since quondam Tom and the children could not know injure or fearfulness unless she acknowledged hurt or fright, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to meet whether joy was on her, information technology was her habit to build laughter out of inadequate materials....She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever deeply wavered or despaired the family would autumn."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Sure, cried the tenant men,but it'southward our land…We were built-in on it, and nosotros got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no proficient, it's still ours….That'southward what makes ownership, non a newspaper with numbers on it."
"We're sorry. It's not u.s.a.. It's the monster. The bank isn't like a human."
"Yes, but the banking company is only fabricated of men."
"No, y'all're incorrect there—quite wrong there. The banking company is something else than men. Information technology happens that every man in a bank hates what the bank does, and all the same the banking concern does it. The depository financial institution is something more than men, I tell y'all. Information technology's the monster. Men fabricated it, but they can't command it."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Our people are good people; our people are kind people. Pray God some twenty-four hours kind people won't all be poor."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"And the great owners, who must lose their land in an upheaval, the groovy owners with access to history, with eyes to read history and to know the great fact: when holding accumulates in too few easily it is taken abroad. And that companion fact: when a majority of the people are hungry and cold they will take by force what they demand. And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works just to strengthen and knit the repressed. The keen owners ignored the iii cries of history. The country fell into fewer hands, the number of the dispossessed increased, and every effort of the bang-up owners was directed at repression. The money was spent for artillery, for gas to protect the bully holdings, and spies were sent to catch the murmuring of revolt so that it might be stamped out. The changing economy was ignored, plans for the modify ignored; and merely means to destroy revolt were considered, while the causes of revolt went on."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"The Western States nervous under the starting time change.
Texas and Oklahoma, Kansas and Arkansas, New Mexico,
Arizona, California. A unmarried family moved from the state.
Pa borrowed money from the banking company, and at present the bank wants
the land. The land company--that'southward the bank when information technology has state
--wants tractors, not families on the country. Is a tractor bad? Is
the ability that turns the long furrows incorrect? If this tractor
were ours it would be good--non mine, only ours. If our tractor
turned the long furrows of our state, it would be good.
Not my state, but ours. We could love that tractor then as
we accept loved this land when it was ours. Merely the tractor
does two things--it turns the country and turns usa off the state.
There is little difference betwixt this tractor and a tank.
The people are driven, intimidated, hurt by both. We must think
about this.
I homo, i family unit driven from the country; this rusty car
creaking along the highway to the west. I lost my state, a
single tractor took my country. I am lonely and bewildered.
And in the night one family camps in a ditch and another
family pulls in and the tents come out. The two men squat
on their hams and the women and children mind. Here is the
node, yous who hate change and fear revolution. Keep these
two squatting men autonomously; make them hate, fear, suspect each
other. Hither is the anlarge of the thing you fearfulness. This is the
zygote. For here "I lost my land" is changed; a cell is split
and from its splitting grows the thing you detest--"We lost our
land." The danger is here, for 2 men are not as solitary and
perplexed equally one. And from this offset "we" there grows a nevertheless
more dangerous affair: "I have a niggling food" plus "I accept
none." If from this trouble the sum is "We have a petty
food," the affair is on its way, the movement has direction.
Only a little multiplication at present, and this country, this tractor are
ours. The two men squatting in a ditch, the lilliputian fire, the side-
meat stewing in a single pot, the silent, rock-eyed women;
behind, the children listening with their souls to words their
minds exercise not understand. The dark draws down. The baby
has a cold. Here, take this coating. It's wool. It was my female parent's
blanket--take it for the infant. This is the thing to flop.
This is the offset--from "I" to "we."
If you who own the things people must take could understand
this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate
causes from results, if you lot could know Paine, Marx,
Jefferson, Lenin, were results, not causes, you might survive.
But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes
you forever into "I," and cuts y'all off forever from the "we."
The Western States are nervous under the begining
change. Need is the stimulus to concept, concept to action.
A half-meg people moving over the land; a million
more restive, prepare to motion; ten one thousand thousand more than feeling the
first nervousness.
And tractors turning the multiple furrows in the vacant country."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Women can change better'n a human being," Ma said soothingly. "Woman got all her life in her arms. Homo got it all in his caput."
"Human being, he lives in jerks-infant born an' a human being dies, an' that's a jerk-gets a subcontract and looses his subcontract, an' that's a wiggle. Woman, its all one menses, like a stream, little eddies, fiddling waterfalls, but the river, it goes right on. Adult female looks at information technology like that. We ain't gonna die out. People is goin' on-changin' a little, perchance, but goin' right on."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not endure and dice for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"This is the thing to bomb. This is the offset—from "I" to "we". If you who ain the things people must take could empathize this, you might preserve yourself. If yous could split up causes from results, if you could know that Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin were results, not causes, you might survive. But that yous cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into "I", and cuts you off forever from the "we". "
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Then it don' matter. So I'll be all aroun' in the dark. I'll exist ever'where - wherever you expect. Wherever they's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever they'due south a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. If Casy knowed, why, I'll be in the manner guys yell when they're mad an' - I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry an' they know supper'southward set. An' when our folks eat the stuff they raise an' live in the houses they build, why, I'll exist there."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"You got a God. Don't make no difference if you lot don' know what he looks like."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Man, unlike whatsoever other affair organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks upward the stairs of his concepts, and emerges alee of his accomplishments."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"The depository financial institution - the monster has to take profits all the fourth dimension. It can't expect. It'll die. No, taxes keep. When the monster stops growing, information technology dies. Information technology can't stay one size."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"If y'all're in problem or hurt or need–become to poor people. They're the only ones that'll assist–the only ones."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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