Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.
E. B. WHITEWe’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.
More E. B. White Quotes
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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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Never hurry and never worry!
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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Semi-colons only prove that the author has been to college.
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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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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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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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When an American family becomes separated from its toothbrushes and combs and pajamas for a few hours it considers that it has had quite an adventure.
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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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The so-called science of poll-taking is not a science at all but mere necromancy. People are unpredictable by nature, and although you can take a nation’s pulse, you can’t be sure that the nation hasn’t just run up a flight of stairs.
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In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
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The whole problem is to establish communication with ones self.
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A writer’s style reveals something of his spirit, his habits, his capacites, his bias…it is the Self escaping into the open.
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