Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
E. B. WHITEWriting is hard work and bad for the health.
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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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Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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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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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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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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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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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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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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All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.
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A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
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