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
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.
More E. B. White Quotes
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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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We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.
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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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Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
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I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
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Prejudice is a great time saver. You can form opinions without having to get the facts.
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There’s no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
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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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Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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Writing is hard work and bad for the health.
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“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.
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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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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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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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