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I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty-everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?

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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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Come Country Live Lucky One Should Unless
Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
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Democracy Half More Person Recruitment Suspicion Time
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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Bias Capacities Escape Habit Open Reveal Self Something Style Writer
Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
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Act Film Grammar Trick Write
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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Die Dissecting Done Frog Humor Live Process Tend Understanding
Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their ingratitude and false accusations.
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Bad Companionable Everybody Everything Friend Geese Get Mouth Use
In every queen there’s a touch of floozy.
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Every Queen Floozy Touch
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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Climb Clitch led North Problem Road Rose Start Stuart Toward
There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter.
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Born City Computer Country First Man New Roughly Take Three Woman
I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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Believe Dream Faith People Poet Sing Song
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway?
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Friend Itself Like Tremendous Web Wove
A 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.
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Intensify Meaning Mystification Pleasure Poet Withhold
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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Anything Beter Good Man Most Obsessed Perhaps Something Suppose
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
I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
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Admire All Anybody Anything Gut Want Write
It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck.
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Deal Depend Destroy Fulfill Individual Luck

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