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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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By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.
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Anyone Heaven Help Know Life Lift Little Perhaps Stand Trifle Try
I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty-everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?
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Blood Brutal Country Fierce Friend Friendship Gamble Now People Person Right Thirsty
The best writing is rewriting.
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Best Rewriting Write
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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Begin Cockpit Start Train Trim Usually Wait
A candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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Candidate Come Commit During Easily Political Presential Suicide Tour Unconventional
Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
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Children Country Dearly Ever Forget Grandmother never New None People Peron Quote Spider
The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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City Country Day Each Locust Person Something Somewhere
Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Car Else Everything Life Somewhere
A despot doesn’t fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.
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Despot Drunken Eloquent Freedom Hold Joke Poet Preach Take Writer
Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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Practice Silly Think Thought Unjust Way Write
I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.
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Both Challenge Determine Get Good Time Heel Morning One World
It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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Along Come Fiend Good Someone True Writer
Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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Cros Erase Life Like Pen Put Writing
Never hurry and never worry!
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Hurry never Worry
Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
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Central Congenially Effrontery Essay Only Person Self Stamina Write
People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.
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Anything Being More People Thought Touchy Unjust

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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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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