Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
E. B. WHITEThe main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
More E. B. White Quotes
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You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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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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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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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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It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.
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Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society – things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.
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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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Nauseous. Nauseated. The first means “sickening to contemplate”; the second means “sick at the stomach.” Do not, therefore, say “I feel nauseous,” unless you are sure you have that effect on others.
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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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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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