I had written these down a while ago while reading The Grapes of Wrath, but I never got around to sharing them:
"The monster... had ... goggled his mind, muzzled his speech, goggled his perception, muzzled his protest."
"I got to figure. We all got to figure. There's some way to stop this. It's not like lightning or earthquakes. We've got a bad thing made by men, and by God that's something we can change."