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When an American family becomes separated from its toothbrushes and combs and pajamas for a few hours it considers that it has had quite an adventure.
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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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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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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
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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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Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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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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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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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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I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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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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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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