More from Of Mice and Men
- Give a critic an inch, he'll write a play.
- How can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past?
- I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.
- I have owed you this letter for a very long time — but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool.
- I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.
- In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.
Last reviewed 2026-07-06