Quotes by Steve Almond

At about the age of ten, during a late summer visit to Sears to buy school clothes, I became aware of the concept of candy by the pound. This was revolutionary. Here were entire stalls of candy, naked as the day they were born, piled up two feet high and God knows how deep. What it was beauty.

I have a hard time defending the production of candy, given that it is basically crack for children and makes them dependent in unwholesome ways.

I was saddled with this strange name, which meant that I was constantly, constantly, being serenaded with the Sometimes you feel like a nut Almond Joy/Mounds jingle.

If I had been the kind of kid who kept a diary, the entries from the years 12 to say, 16, would have to read: Got high, ate candy.

It isn't the flavor of coconut that troubles me, but the texture I feel as if I'm chewing on a sweetened cuticle.

Nothing on Earth (is) so beautiful as the final haul on Halloween night.

The first half of the twentieth century was Boston's freak zenith. The city was home to 140 candy companies by 1950, with sales of $200 million per year. The beginning of the end for Boston came with the rise of the national candy conglomerates: Hershey's and Mars.