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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.

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I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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Else Encourage Go Know Still Where
I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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Ferris Nothing Promising Space View Wheel
“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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Fancy Good Morning Salutation Scream What
Never hurry and never worry!
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Hurry never Worry
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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Compunction Conscience Consideration Decency Kindness Milk Moral Rat Rodent Scruples
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
The so-called science of poll-taking is not a science at all but mere necromancy. People are unpredictable by nature, and although you can take a nation’s pulse, you can’t be sure that the nation hasn’t just run up a flight of stairs.
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Called Mere Necromancy Poll Science Talking
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
A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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Condition Ideal Paper Put Wait Without Word Work Writer
A writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his typewriter. … A writer has the duty to be good, not lousy: true, not false; lively, not dull; accurate, not full of error. He should tend to lift people up, not lower them down.
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Absorb Concern Heart Himself Stir Typewriter Writer
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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Blood Brutal Country Fierce Friend Friendship Gamble Now People Person Right Thirsty
No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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Attitude Decently Distrustful Intelligence Patronizing Reader Write
Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Car Else Everything Life Somewhere
In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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Every Queen Floozy Touch
Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
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Children Country Dearly Ever Forget Grandmother never New None People Peron Quote Spider
Good deeds never go unpunished.
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Ded Go Good never Unpunished

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.

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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.

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