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Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.

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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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Bad Companionable Everybody Everything Friend Geese Get Mouth Use
A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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Add Compress Heihhening Mean Much Music Poem Small Space
Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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Luck Made Men Mention Presence Self Something
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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All Hope Book Love World
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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Charm Condition Desirable Devotees Fatal Local Nationalism Prepossess Self Sufficiency Two
Use the smallest word that does the job.
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Job Smallest Use Word
In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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Every Queen Floozy Touch
Understanding humor is like dissecting a live frog. It can be done, but the frog tends to die in the process.
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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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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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Desire Editor Escape More Person Terrible Write Writer
From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.
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Comfort Familiar Kitchen Morning Most Night Sound Till
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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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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City Country Day Each Locust Person Something Somewhere
Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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Belief Country Gullible People Person Print See Trust
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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Addresses Again Before Down Heard Just Morning Night People Settle Voice
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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Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.

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Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.

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