Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
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.
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It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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Old age is a special problem for me because I’ve never been able to shed the mental image I have of myself – a lad of about 19.
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I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
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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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I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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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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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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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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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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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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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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Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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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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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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Loneliness is a strange gift.
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Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life’s dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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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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You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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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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