A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can’t get it by breeding for it, and you can’t buy it with money. It just happens along.
E. B. WHITEI admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
More E. B. White Quotes
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
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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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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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Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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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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No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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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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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Oh, I never look under the hood.
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Never hurry and never worry!
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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 Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.
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“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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