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.
E. B. WHITEMother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
More E. B. White Quotes
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A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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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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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.
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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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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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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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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
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