A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
E. B. WHITEA writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Never hurry and never worry!
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Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.
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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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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
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The so-called science of poll-taking is not a science at all but mere necromancy. People are unpredictable by nature, and although you can take a nation’s pulse, you can’t be sure that the nation hasn’t just run up a flight of stairs.
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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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A despot doesn’t fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.
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I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.
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Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.
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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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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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We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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