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You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.

E. B. White

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
“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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Fancy Good Morning Salutation Scream What
There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.
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Born City Computer Country First Man New Roughly Take Three Woman
Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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Creative Habitually Lucky People
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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Anything Beter Good Man Most Obsessed Perhaps Something Suppose
An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.
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Desire Editor Escape More Person Terrible Write Writer
Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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Business Creation Distraction Forgiving Great Merely Part Small
“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.
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Ever Miraculous Say See Spider Try Web
And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. “Salutations!” said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried. “Salutations!” repeated the voice.
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Addresses Again Before Down Heard Just Morning Night People Settle Voice
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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Even Give Grape Laundry Long Only Pick Run Sort Us
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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Another Direction Do Get Men Only Sick Spider Step Walk
I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Believe Dream Faith People Poet Sing Song
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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Climb Clitch led North Problem Road Rose Start Stuart Toward
Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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Practice Silly Think Thought Unjust Way Write
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
Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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Alert Condition Demand Finally Ideal Mind Produce Read Sort Under Work

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