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.
E. B. WHITEMake the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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Writing 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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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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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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Nauseous. Nauseated. The first means “sickening to contemplate”; the second means “sick at the stomach.” Do not, therefore, say “I feel nauseous,” unless you are sure you have that effect on others.
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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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Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people– people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.
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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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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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People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.
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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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