Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
E. B. WHITENauseous. Nauseated. The first means “sickening to contemplate”; the second means “sick at the stomach.” Do not, therefore, say “I feel nauseous,” unless you are sure you have that effect on others.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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There is nothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than an agreement.
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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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A writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his typewriter. … A writer has the duty to be good, not lousy: true, not false; lively, not dull; accurate, not full of error. He should tend to lift people up, not lower them down.
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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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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.
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