Of Mice and Men

"Ain't many guys travel around together," he mused. "I don't know why. Maybe ever'body in the whole damn world is scared of each other."

You ain't fit to lick the boots of no rabbit.

They come, an’ they quit an’ go on; an’ every damn one of ’em’s got a little piece of land in his head. An’ never a God damn one of ’em ever gets it. Just like heaven.

They felt into a silence. They looked at one another, amazed. This thing they had never really believed in was coming true.

"You can remember anything if there’s anything to eat in it.”