Adam

“Before I knowed it, I was sayin' out loud, 'The hell with it! There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do. It's all part of the same thing.' . . . . I says, 'What's this call, this sperit?' An' I says, 'It's love. I love people so much I'm fit to bust, sometimes.' . . . . I figgered, 'Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe,' I figgered, 'maybe it's all men an' all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Sperit-the human sperit-the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.' Now I sat there thinkin' it, an' all of a suddent-I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

“And when the owner men told us to go, that's us; and when the tractor hit the house, that's us until we're dead. To California or any place, every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness. And some day, the armies of bitterness will all be going the same way. And they'll all walk together, and there'll be a dead terror from it.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath