It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
E. B. WHITEHabitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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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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Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.
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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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Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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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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Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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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 world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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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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A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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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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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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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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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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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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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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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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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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The best writing is rewriting.
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I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.
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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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Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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