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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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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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Anyone Heaven Help Know Life Lift Little Perhaps Stand Trifle Try
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
English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education – sometimes it’s sheer luck, like getting across the street.
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English Mere More Sometimes Taste Usage
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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A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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Good Handy Humus Less More Nothing Sense Than Time
Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Clearly Obscure Tongue Understand Way Wild
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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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Car Else Everything Life Somewhere
You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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Concerned Far Terrific
Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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Broccoli Child Hell Mother Say Spinach
Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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Atkem Care Discipline Interest Itself Make
No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Believe Dream Faith People Poet Sing Song
“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
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
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
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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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