Habitually creative people are prepared to be lucky.
E. B. WHITEStuart 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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If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most.
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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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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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The best writing is rewriting.
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In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
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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.
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A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education – sometimes it’s sheer luck, like getting across the street.
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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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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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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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Nationalism has two fatal charms for its devotees: It presupposes local self-sufficiency, which is a pleasant and desirable condition, and it suggests, very subtly, a certain personal superiority by reason of one’s belonging to a place which is definable and familiar, as against a place that is strange, remote.
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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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“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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