John Steinbeck Quotes

I've definitely had those moments when I think a relationship with somebody is one way, and then it just flips.

My cousins gay, he went to London only to find out that Big Ben was a clock.

That is all that happened. Why did you hear something else?

It's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

I was talking cannibalism, not romance.

I don't know if you have noticed this, but it is quite possible for two human beings to have a conversation in which one or both parties involved has absolutely no idea what they're talking about.

I find myself having these conversations where I go...You know, the guy, in that place. The guy in the place with the thing, you know. And it becomes this game of charades. And then finally, we realize that I mean the Pope.

My father gave me a bat for Christmas. The first time I tried to play with it, it flew away.

Indifference and pride look very much alike, and he probably thought I was proud.

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

Now, you'll have to answer my questions." "Oh, very well," Set said. "I like Brazil for the World Cup. I'd advise investing in platinum and small-cap funds. And your lucky numbers this week are 2, 13--" "Not those questions!" Menshikov snapped.

I understand a fury in your words But not your words.

What’s your name, lad?” “Newton. Newton Pulsifer.” “LUCIFER? What’s that you say? Are ye of the Spawn of Darkness, a tempting beguiling creature from the pit, wanton limbs steaming from the fleshpots of Hades, in tortured and lubricious thrall to your Stygian and hellish masters?” “That’s Pulsifer,” explained Newton. “With a P. I don’t know about the other stuff, but we come from Surrey.” The voice on the phone sounded vaguely disappointed.

I thank you for nothing, because I understand nothing.

This supposed to be yall year? We aint get the memo.

I called a company and asked to speak to Bob. The person who answered said, "Bob is on vacation. Would you like to hold?

Our conversation with the supermarket manager had been about as helpful as a New Jersey road sign, and if you've ever been there, you know the signs don't tell you the exit you're coming up to, they only point out the exits you've just missed.

I like that confusion when people are speaking in the same language but still can't understand each other. It's also usually my experience of being in America - when I speak no one can understand what I'm saying.

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

Mine" he said. Adam's eyes narrowed. "I don't think so. She is mine." It would of been flattering,I thought,except that at least one of them was talking about dinner and I wasn't certain about the other.

I did not understand them but they did not have any mystery, and when I understood them they meant nothing to me. I was sorry about this but there was nothing I could do about it.

I was in this restaurant and I asked for something herby. They gave me a Volkswagen with no driver.

Thus we have on stage two men, each of whom knows nothing of what he believes the other knows, and to deceive each other reciprocally both speak in allusions, each of the two hoping (in vain) that the other holds the key to his puzzle.

When one man speaks to another man who doesn't understand him, and when a man who's speaking no longer understands, it's metaphysics.