All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
E. B. WHITEThere’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.
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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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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.
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Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.
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When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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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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I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty-everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?
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We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. 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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Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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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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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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Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
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