Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
E. B. WHITEI see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
More E. B. White Quotes
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We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.
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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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Most people think of peace as a state of Nothing Bad Happening, or Nothing Much Happening. Yet if peace is to overtake us and make us the gift of serenity and well-being, it will have to be the state of Something Good Happening.
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There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.
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Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.
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And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. “Salutations!” said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried. “Salutations!” repeated the voice.
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There is hardly a waiting room in the east that has not served as my cockpit, whether I was waiting to board a train or to see a dentist. And I am usually still trimming sheets when the train starts or drill begins to whine.
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