The Grapes Of Wrath Flashcards
There ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue.
There’s just stuff people do
Repression on works to strengthen and
Knit the repressed
How can we live without our lives?
How ill we know it’s us without our past?
The quality of owning freezes you forced in ‘i’,
and cuts you off forever from the ‘we’
Death was a friend
And sleep was deaths brother
Muscles aching to work
Minds aching to create. This is man
If he needs a million acres to feel rich, seems to me he needs it,
‘Cause he feels awful poor on the inside
She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position
The citadel of the family
Our people are good people; our people are kind people.
Pray god that someday that all kind people won’t be poor
This here is California
And she don’t look so prosperous