Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.
E. B. WHITEWhen 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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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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Good deeds never go unpunished.
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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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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. 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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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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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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A right is a responsibility in reverse.
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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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A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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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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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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