Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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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Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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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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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 that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
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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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I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
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A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can’t get it by breeding for it, and you can’t buy it with money. It just happens along.
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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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A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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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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Nauseous. Nauseated. The first means “sickening to contemplate”; the second means “sick at the stomach.” Do not, therefore, say “I feel nauseous,” unless you are sure you have that effect on others.
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Loneliness is a strange gift.
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