There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.
E. B. WHITEWriting is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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A candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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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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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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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty-everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?
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There is nothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than an agreement.
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The best writing is rewriting.
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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 should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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Old age is a special problem for me because I’ve never been able to shed the mental image I have of myself – a lad of about 19.
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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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Nationalism has two fatal charms for its devotees: It presupposes local self-sufficiency, which is a pleasant and desirable condition, and it suggests, very subtly, a certain personal superiority by reason of one’s belonging to a place which is definable and familiar, as against a place that is strange, remote.
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