The harsh truth that this is the only life we have should make us try and improve it for as many people as possible.

I won&#39;t allow myself to have tremendous fear.

But I remember feeling as a producer I felt like the guy who called the caterer and got the band; I had to work the party while everybody else was having a good time.

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.

Written By John Steinbeck

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