There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.
E. B. WHITEThe main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
More E. B. White Quotes
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English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education – sometimes it’s sheer luck, like getting across the street.
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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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If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.
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Loneliness is a strange gift.
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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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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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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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The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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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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Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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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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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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Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
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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.
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