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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To achieve style, begin by affecting none.
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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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Prejudice is a great time saver. You can form opinions without having to get the facts.
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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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The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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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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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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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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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.
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