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No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.

E. B. White

Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can’t erase it.
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Cros Erase Life Like Pen Put Writing
Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.
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Awake Born Desire Every Inclination Morning Save Savor World
Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.
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Abomination Country Everyone Misspeklled People Person Sight Well
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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Bias Capacities Escape Habit Open Reveal Self Something Style Writer
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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Die Dissecting Done Frog Humor Live Process Tend Understanding
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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Authority Body Hesitate Man Middle Over Part Proper Scarcely
Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.
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Alert Condition Demand Finally Ideal Mind Produce Read Sort Under Work
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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Practice Silly Think Thought Unjust Way Write
Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.
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Anything Background Children Game Hand Net Over Them Throw Word
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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Begin Cockpit Start Train Trim Usually Wait
A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
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Condition Ideal Paper Put Wait Without Word Work Writer
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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City Country Day Each Locust Person Something Somewhere
Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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Business Creation Distraction Forgiving Great Merely Part Small
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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Audience Duty Himself True One Play Pleasure Satisfy Whole Writer
Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
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Clearly Obscure Tongue Understand Way Wild
It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
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Animal Attention Catch Play Possible Quite Remark Spoken

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