Travels With Charley: In Search of America

by John Steinbeck

I’ve lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.

For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?

Among nearly forty I didn’t see a single state that hadn’t a good word to say for itself.

If Montana had a seacoast, or if I could live away from the sea, I would instantly move there and petition for admission. Of all the states it is my favorite and my love.