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.
E. B. WHITEIt is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
E. B. WHITEIs there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider’s web?
E. B. WHITEA poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
E. B. WHITEI am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
E. B. WHITENo one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
E. B. WHITEGenius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
E. B. WHITEMother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
E. B. WHITEBefore the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
E. B. WHITEA right is a responsibility in reverse.
E. B. WHITEIn every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
E. B. WHITE“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.
E. B. WHITEUse the smallest word that does the job.
E. B. WHITEThe best writing is rewriting.
E. B. WHITEA candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
E. B. WHITEA writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
E. B. WHITEA 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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