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.
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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If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.
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Good deeds never go unpunished.
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There is nothing harder to estimate than a writer’s time, nothing harder to keep track of. There are moments—moments of sustained creation—when his time is fairly valuable; and there are hours and hours when a writer’s time isn’t worth the paper he is not writing anything on.
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Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education – sometimes it’s sheer luck, like getting across the street.
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Children 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.
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Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.
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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.
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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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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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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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Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
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Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
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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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