Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
John SteinbeckRead
But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again.
Interpretation
We are the sum of our experiences, and starting anew is not as easy as it seems.
In this quote, John Steinbeck reflects on the collective memories and experiences that shape our identities. He suggests that while babies can embark on a journey of starting fresh, adults are defined by the weight of their past, encompassing both their struggles and triumphs. The imagery of the land and various hardships emphasizes the deep connection between individuals and their history.
In practice
During a discussion on the importance of past experiences in shaping a person's character.
Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
At one point, as Samuel urges Adam to raise his boys well regardless of the blood that might be in them, Adam tells him, "You can't make a race horse of a pig." Samuel replies, "No, but you can make a very fast pig.
And when that crop grew, and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth sift past his fingertips. No man had touched the seed, or lusted for the growth. Men ate what they had not raised, had no connection with the bread. The land bore under iron, and under iron gradually died; for it was not loved or hated, it had no prayers or curses.
The comfortable people in tight houses felt pity at first, and then distaste, and finally hatred for the migrant people.
People do not want advice - they want corroboration.
It is one of the triumphs of the human that he can know a thing and still not believe it.
Hypocrisy is an homage that vice renders to virtue.
To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.
The mystery of a person, indeed, is ever divine to him that has a sense for the godlike.
In the voyeurism of Reality TV, the viewer's passivity is kept intact, pampered and massaged and force-fed Chicken McNuggets of carefully edited snippets that permit him or her to sit in easy judgment and feel superior at watching familiar strangers make fools of themselves. Reality TV looks in only one direction: down.
No system of religion should go in partnership with barbarism. Neither should any Christian feel it his duty to defend the savagery of the past.
I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.
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