Use the smallest word that does the job.
E. B. WHITEThere 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.
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An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write.
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The best writing is rewriting.
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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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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.
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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 one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply it, too.
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There is nothing more likely to start disagreement among people or countries than an agreement.
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Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.
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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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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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When an American family becomes separated from its toothbrushes and combs and pajamas for a few hours it considers that it has had quite an adventure.
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You’re terrific as far as I am concerned.
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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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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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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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