Nauseous. 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.
E. B. WHITENo one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.
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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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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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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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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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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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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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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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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.
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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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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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A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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