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It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.

E. B. White

All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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Communication Creative Escape Open Revelation Self Write Writing
I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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Corporate Earth Management Nervous
In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
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Authority Body Hesitate Man Middle Over Part Proper Scarcely
Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Car Else Everything Life Somewhere
The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one.
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Audience Duty Himself True One Play Pleasure Satisfy Whole Writer
You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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Concerned Far Terrific
Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life’s dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.
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Arrive Cold Extreme First General Life Problem Seem Sociability Subilious
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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Bias Capacities Escape Habit Open Reveal Self Something Style Writer
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
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Beauty Clear Dare Poet Remove Unzip
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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Friend Itself Like Tremendous Web Wove
I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty-everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?
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Blood Brutal Country Fierce Friend Friendship Gamble Now People Person Right Thirsty
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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Begin Cockpit Start Train Trim Usually Wait
You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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Die Dissect Frog Joke Tend
Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Bad Hard Health Work Writing
No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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Come Country Live Lucky One Should Unless
Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
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Anything Universal Beautiful Complexity Protective Simple Spider Web

It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.

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It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.

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