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.
E. B. WHITEThere 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.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Nationalism has two fatal charms for its devotees: It presupposes local self-sufficiency, which is a pleasant and desirable condition, and it suggests, very subtly, a certain personal superiority by reason of one’s belonging to a place which is definable and familiar, as against a place that is strange, remote.
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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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We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.
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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people– people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.
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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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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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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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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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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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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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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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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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