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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.

E. B. White

In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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Attention Country Duty Writer
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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Age Been Image Mental Myself never Nineteen Old Problem Shed Special
Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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Act Film Grammar Trick Write
I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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About Advice Beat Neighbour Remind Stop Till Worry
There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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Account Another Complicated Lead Limit Thing
Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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Atkem Care Discipline Interest Itself Make
You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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Concerned Far Terrific
No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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Come Country Live Lucky One Should Unless
Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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Being Close Come Democracy Formal Itself Religion Some
I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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Amd Lose Mad Nothing Often Think Winter
A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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Add Compress Heihhening Mean Much Music Poem Small Space
The best writing is rewriting.
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Best Rewriting Write
Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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Broccoli Child Hell Mother Say Spinach
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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Born City Computer Country First Man New Roughly Take Three Woman
Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Car Else Everything Life Somewhere
I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.
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Barber Chair Drop Enter Magazine Men Most Notice Pick Shop Wait

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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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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