I know a little bit about a great many things and not enough about any one to make a living in these times.
Lennie said quietly, "It ain't no lie. We're gonna do it. Gonna get a little place an' live on the fatta the lan'.
The ways of sin are curious . . . I guess if a man had to shuck off everything he had, inside and out, he'd manage to hide a few little sins somewhere for his own discomfort. They're the last things we'll give up.
You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.
There is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter.
A little hope, even hopeless hope, never hurt anybody.
... every little boy thinks he invented sin.
A man with a beard was always a little suspect anyway. You couldn't say you wore a beard because you liked a beard. People didn't like you for telling the truth. You had to say you had a scar so you couldn't shave.
I am a little man and this is a little town, but there must be a spark in little men that can burst into flame.
If we could learn to like ourselves, even a little, maybe our cruelties and angers might melt away.
And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.
Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.