Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
E. B. WHITESafety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
E. B. WHITEI 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.
E. B. WHITESalutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
E. B. WHITEThere 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.
E. B. WHITEHabitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
E. B. WHITEI see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
E. B. WHITEEnglish usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education – sometimes it’s sheer luck, like getting across the street.
E. B. WHITESemi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
E. B. WHITEAlways be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
E. B. WHITEA writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
E. B. WHITENo one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
E. B. WHITELife’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
E. B. WHITEIt 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. WHITEWe’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. 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.
E. B. WHITEWhen you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
E. B. WHITEA writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
E. B. WHITE