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“It don't take no nerve to do somepin when there ain't nothin' else you can do.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“It’s like me, I wouldn’ take the good ol’ gospel that was just layin’ there to my hand. I got to be pickin’ at it until I got it all tore down.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“A harmonica is easy to carry. Take it out of your hip pocket, knock it against your palm to shake out the dirt and pocket fuzz and bits of tobacco. Now it’s ready. You can do anything with a harmonica: thin reedy single tone, or chords or melody with rhythm chords. You can mold the music with curved hands, making it wail and cry like bagpipes, making it full and rounds like an organ, making it as sharp and bitter as the reed pipes of the hills. And you can play it and put it back in your pocket. It is always with you, always in your pocket. And as you play, you learn new tricks, to pinch the tone with your lips, and no one teaches you. You feel around—sometimes in the tent door after supper when the women are washing up. Your foot taps gently on the ground. Your foot taps gently on the ground. Your eyebrows rise and fall in rhythm. And if you lose it or break it, why, it’s no great loss. You can buy another for a quarter.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“Instead of understanding that they were the beneficiaries of history, they began to believe that they were the creators of it.”
― H.G. Bissinger, Friday Night Lights