Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
E. B. WHITEI’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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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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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
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A candidate could easily commit political suicide if he were to come up with an unconventional thought during a presidential tour.
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Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people– people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.
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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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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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A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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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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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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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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Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.
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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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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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Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.
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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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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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I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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There is nothing harder to estimate than a writer’s time, nothing harder to keep track of. There are moments—moments of sustained creation—when his time is fairly valuable; and there are hours and hours when a writer’s time isn’t worth the paper he is not writing anything on.
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I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and pick up a magazine. I simply sit down and pick up the thread of my sea wanderings, which began more than fifty years ago and is not quite ended.
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The best writing is rewriting.
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All writing is communication; creative writing is communication through revelation-it is the Self-escaping into the open.
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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
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Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society – things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed.
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Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
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No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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Use the smallest word that does the job.
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