Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
E. B. WHITEBe obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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A right is a responsibility in reverse.
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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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Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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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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Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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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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I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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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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Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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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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