An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.
E. B. WHITEAn editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.
E. B. WHITEA writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his typewriter. … A writer has the duty to be good, not lousy: true, not false; lively, not dull; accurate, not full of error. He should tend to lift people up, not lower them down.
E. B. WHITEUse the smallest word that does the job.
E. B. WHITEThe best writing is rewriting.
E. B. WHITELoneliness is a strange gift.
E. B. WHITEIn a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
E. B. WHITEA good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
E. B. WHITEI get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.
E. B. WHITEIn a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
E. B. WHITEChildren are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.
E. B. WHITESailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society – things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.
E. B. WHITESemi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
E. B. WHITEA 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 would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
E. B. WHITELife’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
E. B. WHITEEarly summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
E. B. WHITE