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.
E. B. WHITESemi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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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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The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.
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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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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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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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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Loneliness is a strange gift.
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There is hardly a waiting room in the east that has not served as my cockpit, whether I was waiting to board a train or to see a dentist. And I am usually still trimming sheets when the train starts or drill begins to whine.
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