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"In that location ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"And the petty screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Information technology was her habit to build upwards laughter out of inadequate materials."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"How can nosotros alive without our lives? How will we know it'southward the states without our by?"
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"...and in the optics 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 y'all forever in "I," and cuts yous off forever from the "we."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"You're jump to become idears if y'all go thinkin' well-nigh stuff"
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Before I knowed it, I was sayin' out loud, 'The hell with it! There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There'due south but stuff people do. It's all function of the aforementioned thing.' . . . . I says, 'What'due south this call, this sperit?' An' I says, 'It's dearest. I love people and so much I'm fit to bust, sometimes.' . . . . I figgered, 'Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Perchance,' I figgered, 'possibly it's all men an' all women we dear; maybe that's the Holy Sperit-the human sperit-the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul e'er'body's a office of.' At present I sat there thinkin' it, an' all of a suddent-I knew information technology. I knew it and so deep down that it was true, and I all the same know it."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Up ahead they'southward a thousan' lives we might alive, but when it comes information technology'll on'y exist i."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create - this is man."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"A big drop of dominicus lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, similar 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 one thousand thousand acres to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it 'crusade he feels awful poor within hisself, and if he'south poor in hisself, there own't no million acres gonna make him experience rich, an' maybe he's disappointed that nothin' he tin do 'll make him experience rich."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to continue upward the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the footing. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they purchase oranges at xx cents a dozen if they could drive out and selection them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are aroused at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A 1000000 people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn down corn to continue warm, information technology makes a hot burn down. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from angling them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence baste down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. In that location is a sorrow hither that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure hither that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the direct tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill up in the certificate- died of malnutrition- considering the food must rot, must exist forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to become the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and spotter the potatoes bladder by, listen to the screaming pigs beingness killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the optics 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
"She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family, the stiff place that could non be taken. And since old Tom and the children could not know injure or fear unless she acknowledged hurt or fright, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful matter happened, they looked to run into whether joy was on her, information technology was her addiction to build laughter out of inadequate materials....She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever securely wavered or despaired the family would fall."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Certain, cried the tenant men,only it'due south our land…We were built-in on it, and nosotros got killed on it, died on it. Fifty-fifty if it's no good, information technology'southward however ours….That's what makes ownership, non a newspaper with numbers on it."
"We're lamentable. It's not united states. It's the monster. The bank isn't like a man."
"Aye, but the bank is only made of men."
"No, you're wrong there—quite incorrect in that location. The banking company is something else than men. It happens that every man in a bank hates what the bank does, and yet the banking company does it. The bank is something more men, I tell you. It'due south the monster. Men made it, but they can't control it."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Our people are good people; our people are kind people. Pray God some day kind people won't all be poor."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"And the slap-up owners, who must lose their state in an upheaval, the swell owners with admission to history, with eyes to read history and to know the neat fact: when property accumulates in too few hands it is taken away. And that companion fact: when a majority of the people are hungry and cold they will take by strength what they demand. And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works simply to strengthen and knit the repressed. The great owners ignored the three cries of history. The land brutal into fewer hands, the number of the dispossessed increased, and every effort of the great owners was directed at repression. The money was spent for arms, for gas to protect the great holdings, and spies were sent to take hold of the murmuring of revolt and then that it might be stamped out. The changing economy was ignored, plans for the change ignored; and only 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 beginning change.
Texas and Oklahoma, Kansas and Arkansas, New Mexico,
Arizona, California. A single family unit moved from the land.
Pa borrowed money from the bank, and now the bank wants
the country. The country visitor--that's the bank when it has land
--wants tractors, not families on the country. Is a tractor bad? Is
the power that turns the long furrows wrong? If this tractor
were ours information technology would exist good--non mine, but ours. If our tractor
turned the long furrows of our country, it would be good.
Non my land, merely ours. We could love that tractor then as
nosotros accept loved this state when it was ours. But the tractor
does two things--it turns the country and turns us off the land.
There is little departure between this tractor and a tank.
The people are driven, intimidated, injure by both. We must think
most this.
I human, i family unit driven from the land; this rusty machine
creaking along the highway to the w. I lost my land, a
unmarried tractor took my country. I am alone and bewildered.
And in the night ane family unit camps in a ditch and another
family pulls in and the tents come out. The 2 men squat
on their hams and the women and children mind. Here is the
node, you who hate change and fear revolution. Keep these
2 squatting men apart; make them hate, fear, suspect each
other. Hither is the anlarge of the thing y'all fearfulness. This is the
zygote. For here "I lost my land" is changed; a cell is separate
and from its splitting grows the thing yous detest--"We lost our
land." The danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and
perplexed every bit 1. And from this commencement "we" there grows a withal
more unsafe thing: "I have a piffling food" plus "I take
none." If from this trouble the sum is "Nosotros have a little
food," the thing is on its manner, the movement has management.
Only a little multiplication now, and this land, this tractor are
ours. The ii men squatting in a ditch, the little burn down, the side-
meat stewing in a single pot, the silent, rock-eyed women;
backside, the children listening with their souls to words their
minds do not empathize. The nighttime draws down. The baby
has a cold. Hither, take this coating. Information technology's wool. It was my female parent'due south
coating--take it for the babe. This is the thing to flop.
This is the showtime--from "I" to "we."
If you who own the things people must accept could understand
this, you might preserve yourself. If you could split up
causes from results, if you lot could know Paine, Marx,
Jefferson, Lenin, were results, not causes, you might survive.
Only that y'all cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes
you forever into "I," and cuts you 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-1000000 people moving over the state; a million
more restive, set up to motility; ten million more feeling the
first nervousness.
And tractors turning the multiple furrows in the vacant land."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Women tin change better'n a homo," Ma said soothingly. "Woman got all her life in her arms. Man got information technology all in his head."
"Homo, he lives in jerks-baby born an' a man dies, an' that'southward a jerk-gets a subcontract and looses his farm, an' that's a wiggle. Adult female, its all one period, like a stream, footling eddies, little waterfalls, but the river, it goes right on. Woman looks at information technology similar that. We own't gonna die out. People is goin' on-changin' a little, peradventure, only goin' right on."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"And this you lot can know- fearfulness the fourth dimension when Manself volition not endure and die for a concept, for this one quality is homo, distinctive in the universe."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning—from "I" to "nosotros". If you who own the things people must have could sympathize this, you might preserve yourself. If you could dissever causes from results, if yous could know that Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin were results, non causes, y'all might survive. But that y'all 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 information technology don' matter. So I'll be all aroun' in the dark. I'll exist ever'where - wherever you wait. Wherever they's a fight and then hungry people tin eat, I'll be at that place. Wherever they's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be in that location. If Casy knowed, why, I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad an' - I'll be in the mode kids laugh when they're hungry an' they know supper's ready. An' when our folks eat the stuff they raise an' live in the houses they build, why, I'll be in that location."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"You got a God. Don't make no difference if yous don' know what he looks like."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"Man, unlike any other matter organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his piece of work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, and emerges ahead of his accomplishments."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"The banking concern - the monster has to accept profits all the time. Information technology can't wait. Information technology'll die. No, taxes get on. When the monster stops growing, it dies. Information technology tin can't stay i size."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
"If you're in problem or hurt or demand–go to poor people. They're the only ones that'll help–the only ones."
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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