Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
E. B. WHITEThe 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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Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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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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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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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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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.
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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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There is nothing harder to estimate than a writer’s time, nothing harder to keep track of. There are moments—moments of sustained creation—when his time is fairly valuable; and there are hours and hours when a writer’s time isn’t worth the paper he is not writing anything on.
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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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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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The 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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Good deeds never go unpunished.
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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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“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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