Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
E. B. WHITEThere’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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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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Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their ingratitude and false accusations.
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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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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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No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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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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The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.
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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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Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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