The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
E. B. WHITEThe 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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Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
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Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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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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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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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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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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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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Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their ingratitude and false accusations.
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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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To achieve style, begin by affecting none.
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A right is a responsibility in reverse.
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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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