There is hardly a waiting room in the east that has not served as my cockpit, whether I was waiting to board a train or to see a dentist. And I am usually still trimming sheets when the train starts or drill begins to whine.
E. B. WHITEA poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
More E. B. White Quotes
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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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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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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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A right is a responsibility in reverse.
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“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.
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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.
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Loneliness is a strange gift.
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Old age is a special problem for me because I’ve never been able to shed the mental image I have of myself – a lad of about 19.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
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Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
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