No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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.
More E. B. White Quotes
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People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.
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Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before. “Salutations!” said the voice. Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried. “Salutations!” repeated the voice.
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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
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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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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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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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A despot doesn’t fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.
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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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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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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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The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness, no compunctions, no higher feeling, no friendliness, no anything
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