You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
E. B. WHITEWhen 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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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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The best writing is rewriting.
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“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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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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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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Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.
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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their ingratitude and false accusations.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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Never hurry and never worry!
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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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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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