I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
E. B. WHITEEvery morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.
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Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their ingratitude and false accusations.
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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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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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Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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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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Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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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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The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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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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From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.
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