Oh, I never look under the hood.
E. B. WHITEBooks hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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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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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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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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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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There is nothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than an agreement.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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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 schoolchild should be taught grammar-for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.
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Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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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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The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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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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