The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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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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We’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.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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A despot doesn’t fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.
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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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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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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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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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A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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A candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
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