Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
E. B. WHITEWhen I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.
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Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.
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It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
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A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can’t get it by breeding for it, and you can’t buy it with money. It just happens along.
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Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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Semi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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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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There is nothing harder to estimate than a writer’s time, nothing harder to keep track of. There are moments—moments of sustained creation—when his time is fairly valuable; and there are hours and hours when a writer’s time isn’t worth the paper he is not writing anything on.
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Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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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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Never hurry and never worry!
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People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.
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A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one.
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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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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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Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.
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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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