Ain't you thinkin' what's it going to be like when we get there? Ain't you scared it won't be nice like we thought? No, she said quickly. No, I ain't. You can't do that. I can't do that. It's too much - livin' too many lives. Up ahead they's a thousand' lives we might live, but when it comes, it'll on'y be one.

The Grapes of Wrath