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.
E. B. WHITEThe essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.
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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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The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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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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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.
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The 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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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Semi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
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Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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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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Loneliness is a strange gift.
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A 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.
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Early 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.
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