We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
E. B. WHITEFrom 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.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything
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Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
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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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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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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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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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Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway?
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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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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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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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