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Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.

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I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.
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Both Challenge Determine Get Good Time Heel Morning One World
A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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Condition Ideal Paper Put Wait Without Word Work Writer
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
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Bright Feel Future Less Man More Nature Optimistic Outwit Prove Spent Time
It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God’s grace.
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Kitchen Living Morning Room Sunday Woodshed
The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.
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Childish Essayist Everything Happen Liberate Self Sustain Think
The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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City Country Day Each Locust Person Something Somewhere
Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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Business Creation Distraction Forgiving Great Merely Part Small
We’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.
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Anyone Born Eating Heaven Help Little Perhaps Something
Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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Luck Made Men Mention Presence Self Something
Life’s meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
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Always Eluded Let Love Make Same
The best writing is rewriting.
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Best Rewriting Write
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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Clear Clearly Deal Good Main Make Reqrite Thing Write
A right is a responsibility in reverse.
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Responsibility Reverse Right
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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Children Country Dearly Ever Forget Grandmother never New None People Peron Quote Spider
Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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Cros Erase Life Like Pen Put Writing
Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
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Car Else Everything Life Somewhere

Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.

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Stuart rose from the ditch, climbed into his car, and started up the road that led toward the north…As he peeked ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long. But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt he was headed in the right direction.

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