I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.
E. B. WHITEThere 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.
More E. B. White Quotes
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A despot doesn’t fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.
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Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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A schoolchild should be taught grammar-for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.
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You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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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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Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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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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Never hurry and never worry!
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And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. “Salutations!” said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried. “Salutations!” repeated the voice.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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“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.
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