Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.
E. B. WHITEThe 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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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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I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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A schoolchild should be taught grammar-for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.
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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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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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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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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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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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A candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Loneliness is a strange gift.
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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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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.
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In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
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