There is hardly a waiting room in the east that has not served as my cockpit, whether I was waiting to board a train or to see a dentist. And I am usually still trimming sheets when the train starts or drill begins to whine.
E. B. WHITEBy helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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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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When you say something, make sure you have said it. The chances of your having said it are only fair.
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Mother: It’s broccoli, dear. — Child: I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.
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A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
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A right is a responsibility in reverse.
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Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together-just the two of you.
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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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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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A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.
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I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
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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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A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.
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