The manager told me that the previous caretaker had killed his family. He'd cut his daughters up into little bits... and then he'd blown his brains out. – Wendy Torrance0
And the great owners, who must lose their land in an upheaval, the great owners with access to history, with eyes to read history and to know the great fact: when property accumulates in too few hands it is taken away.0
In the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.0
The time was to come, when that wine too would be spilled on the street-stones, and when the stain of it would be red upon many there.0