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.
E. B. WHITEI don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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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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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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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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There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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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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The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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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 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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Most people think of peace as a state of Nothing Bad Happening, or Nothing Much Happening. Yet if peace is to overtake us and make us the gift of serenity and well-being, it will have to be the state of Something Good Happening.
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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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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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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.
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Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
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Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty-everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?
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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
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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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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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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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