In a man’s middle years there is scarcely a part of the body he would hesitate to turn over to the proper authorities.
E. B. WHITEOh, I never look under the hood.
More E. B. White Quotes
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Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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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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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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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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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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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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The whole duty of a writer is to please and satisfy himself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one.
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Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life’s dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.
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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 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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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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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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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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