The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
E. B. WHITEHang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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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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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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Never hurry and never worry!
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Television will enormously enlarge the eye’s range, and, like radio, will advertise the Elsewhere. Together with the tabs, the mags, and the movies, it will insist that we forget the primary and the near in favor of the secondary and the remote.
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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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In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one.
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Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
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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.
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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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Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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A right is a responsibility in reverse.
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