The best writing is rewriting.
E. B. WHITEBefore the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
More E. B. White Quotes
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I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
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Television will enormously enlarge the eye’s range, and, like radio, will advertise the Elsewhere. Together with the tabs, the mags, and the movies, it will insist that we forget the primary and the near in favor of the secondary and the remote.
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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Never hurry and never worry!
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The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything
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I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
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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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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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In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
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Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.
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The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life’s dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.
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Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.
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