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E. B. White

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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Anyone Born Eating Heaven Help Little Perhaps Something
Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Car Else Everything Life Somewhere
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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Born City Computer Country First Man New Roughly Take Three Woman
All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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Communication Creative Escape Open Revelation Self Write Writing
“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.
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Fancy Good Morning Salutation Scream What
It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
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Along Come Fiend Good Someone True Writer
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.
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City Country Day Each Locust Person Something Somewhere
Loneliness is a strange gift.
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Gift Loneliness Strange
Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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Always Lookout Presence Wonder
One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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Consume Enemy Great One Thing Time
A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
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Bias Capacities Escape Habit Open Reveal Self Something Style Writer
Nauseous. Nauseated. The first means “sickening to contemplate”; the second means “sick at the stomach.” Do not, therefore, say “I feel nauseous,” unless you are sure you have that effect on others.
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Contemplate Country Eman People Person Place Second Sick Stomach
English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education – sometimes it’s sheer luck, like getting across the street.
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English Mere More Sometimes Taste Usage
“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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Ever Miraculous Say See Spider Try Web
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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Estimate Harder Keep Nothing Of Time Track
It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
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Animal Attention Catch Play Possible Quite Remark Spoken

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