A candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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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From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.
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Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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The best writing is rewriting.
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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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There is nothing harder to estimate than a writer’s time, nothing harder to keep track of. There are moments—moments of sustained creation—when his time is fairly valuable; and there are hours and hours when a writer’s time isn’t worth the paper he is not writing anything on.
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The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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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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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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Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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