The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one.
E. B. WHITEAnd 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 candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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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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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.
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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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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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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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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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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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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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The best writing is rewriting.
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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 always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
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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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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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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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Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
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I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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Prejudice is a great time saver. You can form opinions without having to get the facts.
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There is nothing harder to estimate than a writer’s time, nothing harder to keep track of. There are moments—moments of sustained creation—when his time is fairly valuable; and there are hours and hours when a writer’s time isn’t worth the paper he is not writing anything on.
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A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
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Most people think of peace as a state of Nothing Bad Happening, or Nothing Much Happening. Yet if peace is to overtake us and make us the gift of serenity and well-being, it will have to be the state of Something Good Happening.
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society – things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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