“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.
E. B. WHITECreation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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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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A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
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Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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The best writing is rewriting.
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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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Television will enormously enlarge the eye’s range, and, like radio, will advertise the Elsewhere. Together with the tabs, the mags, and the movies, it will insist that we forget the primary and the near in favor of the secondary and the remote.
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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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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one.
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