Well, every little boy thinks he invented sin. Virtue we think we learn, because we are told about it. But sin is our own designing. John Steinbeck More Quotes by John Steinbeck More Quotes From John Steinbeck The craft of writing is the art of penetrating other minds with the figures that are in your own mind. John Steinbeck mind writing art Saints can spring from any soil. John Steinbeck soil saint spring I wish to God I knew as much about writing as I did when I was 19. I was absolutely certain about most things then. Also, I suspect, more accurate. John Steinbeck certain wish writing I start out to write five days a week, and then it runs to six days and finally seven. Then, eventually, that wave of weariness overwhelms me and I don't know what's the matter. That is, I know but I won't admit it. I'm just tired from writing. As you get older, writing becomes harder. By that I mean you see so many more potentialities. Things like transition used to trouble me. But not any more. When I say it's harder, I'm not talking about facility. You learn all the so-called tricks, but then you don't want to use them. John Steinbeck tired writing running The difficulty of course is that I like women. It is only wives I am in trouble with. John Steinbeck women wife trouble The curious hocus-pocus of criticism I can't take seriously. It consists in squirreling up some odd phrases and then waiting for a book to come running by. John Steinbeck writing running book There is comfort in routine. John Steinbeck routine comfort (Suicide) takes some doing, with maybe pain and maybe hell. John Steinbeck hell pain suicide ... every little boy thinks he invented sin. John Steinbeck littles boys thinking I dislike helplessness in other people and in myself, and this is by far my greatest fear of illness. John Steinbeck sickness greatest-fear people I'm back with my own kind of people here now, the bums and drinkers and no goods and it is a fine thing. John Steinbeck kind friendship people Just as our bread, mixed and baked, packaged and sold without benefit of accident or human frailty, is uniformly good and uniformly tasteless, so will our speech become one speech. John Steinbeck benefits speech bread I write because I like to write. I find joy in the texture and tone and rhythm of words. It is a satisfaction like that which follows good and shared love. John Steinbeck texture writing joy A woman journalist in England asked me why Americans usually wrote about their childhood and a past that happened only in imagination, why they never wrote about the present. This bothered me until I realized why - that a novelist wants to know how it comes out, that he can't be omnipotent writing a book about the present, particularly this one. John Steinbeck writing book past I would like to sit still for a while but I'm restless you know and sitting still is only an ideal like celibacy and complete cleanliness. John Steinbeck celibacy cleanliness sitting-still Niagara Falls is very nice. I'm very glad I saw it, because from now on if I am asked whether I have seen Niagara Falls I can say yes, and be telling the truth for once. John Steinbeck nice travel fall I have starved and it isn't nearly as bad as is generally supposed. Four days and a half was my longest stretch. Maybe there are pains that come later. Personally I think terror is the painful part of starvation. John Steinbeck pain half thinking What good men most biologists are, the tenors of the scientific world - temperamental, moody, lecherous, loud-laughing, and healthy. Your true biologist will sing you a song as loud and off-key as will a blacksmith, for he knows that morals are too often diagnostic of prostatitis and stomach ulcers. Sometimes he may proliferate a little too much in all directions, but he is as easy to kill as any other organism, and meanwhile he is very good company, and at least he does not confuse a low hormone productivity with moral ethics. John Steinbeck keys song men Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world John Steinbeck lennie guy world A boy becomes a man when a man is needed John Steinbeck needed men boys