No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
E. B. WHITEA schoolchild should be taught grammar-for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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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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The main thing I try to do is write as clearly as I can. I rewrite a good deal to make it clear.
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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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Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
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I don’t know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
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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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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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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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It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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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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“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.
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