John Steinbeck // A fellow ain't got a soul of his own, just little piece of a big soul, the one big soul that belongs to everybody...I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be everywhere. // A man lives sorta - well, in jerks. Baby's born or somebody dies, and that's a jerk. With a woman, it's all in one flow, like a stream - little eddies and waterfalls - but the river, it goes right on. // Human being wouldn't live the way they do. Human being couldn't stand to be so miserable. // They're workin' away our spirits, tryin' to make us cringe and crawl, takin' away our decency.