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.
E. B. WHITENo one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.
More E. B. White Quotes
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In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.
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A despot doesn’t fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.
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By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.
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Never hurry and never worry!
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Writing is both mask and unveiling.
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A writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his typewriter. … A writer has the duty to be good, not lousy: true, not false; lively, not dull; accurate, not full of error. He should tend to lift people up, not lower them down.
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Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning
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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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I have one share in corporate Earth, and I am nervous about the management.
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“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.
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A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.
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One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
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No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader’s intelligence or whose attitude is patronizing.
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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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We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.
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