I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
E. B. WHITEI believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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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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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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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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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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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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A schoolchild should be taught grammar-for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.
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To achieve style, begin by affecting none.
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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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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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The best writing is rewriting.
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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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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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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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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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Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
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When I get sick of what men do, I have only to walk a few steps in another direction to see what spiders do. Or what the weather does. This sustains me very well indeed.
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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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Nationalism has two fatal charms for its devotees: It presupposes local self-sufficiency, which is a pleasant and desirable condition, and it suggests, very subtly, a certain personal superiority by reason of one’s belonging to a place which is definable and familiar, as against a place that is strange, remote.
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I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
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Television will enormously enlarge the eye’s range, and, like radio, will advertise the Elsewhere. Together with the tabs, the mags, and the movies, it will insist that we forget the primary and the near in favor of the secondary and the remote.
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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Most people think of peace as a state of Nothing Bad Happening, or Nothing Much Happening. Yet if peace is to overtake us and make us the gift of serenity and well-being, it will have to be the state of Something Good Happening.
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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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