Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
E. B. WHITEHabitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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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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Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.
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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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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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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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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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“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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Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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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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A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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