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  • Even now; with a thousand little voyages notched in my belt. I still feel a memorial chill on casting off.

  • I have occasionally had the exquisite thrill of putting my finger on a little capsule of truth, and heard it give the faint squeak of mortality under my pressure.

    E. B. White (1989). “The Letters of E. B. White”, Perennial
  • I discovered a long time ago that writing of the small things of the day, the trivial matters of the heart, the inconsequential but near things of this living, was the only kind of creative work which I could accomplish with any sincerity or grace. As a reporter, I was a flop, because I always came back laden not with facts about the case, but with a mind full of the little difficulties and amusements I had encountered in my travels.

    E. B. White (1989). “The Letters of E. B. White”, Perennial
  • Americans are willing to go to enormous trouble and expense defending their principles with arms, very little trouble and expense advocating them with words. Temperamentally we are ready to die for certain principles (or, in the case of overripe adults, send youngsters to die), but we show little inclination to advertise the reasons for dying.

    "The Thud of Ideas," The New Yorker, September 23, 1950.
  • From morning till night, sounds drift from the kitchen, most of them familiar and comforting. . . . On days when warmth is the most important need of the human heart, the kitchen is the place you can find it; it dries the wet sock, it cools the hot little brain.

  • In a sense the world dies every time a writer dies, because, if he is any good, he has been a wet nurse to humanity during his entire existence and has held earth close around him, like the little obstetrical toad that goes about with a cluster of eggs attached to his legs.

  • What do you mean less than nothing? I don't think there is any such thing as less than nothing. Nothing is absolutely the limit of nothingness. It's the lowest you can go. It's the end of the line. How can something be less than nothing? If there were something that was less than nothing, then nothing would not be nothing, it would be something - even though it's just a very little bit of something. But if nothing is nothing, then nothing has nothing that is less than it is.

  • There is a period near the beginning of every man's life when he has little to cling to except his unmanageable dream, little to support him except good health, and nowhere to go but all over the place.

    E. B. White (2011). “In the Words of E.B. White: Quotations from America's Most Companionable of Writers”, p.99, Cornell University Press
  • You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? 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.

  • Necessity first mothered invention. Now invention has little ones of her own, and they look just like grandma.

    "The Old and the New". The New Yorker, June 19, 1937.
  • 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.

    1942 One Man's Meat, 'Poetr y'.
  • After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

    E. B. White (2011). “In the Words of E.B. White: Quotations from America's Most Companionable of Writers”, p.117, Cornell University Press
  • A poet dares to be just so clear and no clearer; he approaches lucid ground warily, like a mariner who is determined not to scrape his bottom on anything solid. 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. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

    1942 One Man's Meat, 'Poetr y'.
  • But we have received a sign, Edith - a mysterious sign. A miracle has happened on this farm... in the middle of the web there were the words 'Some Pig'... we have no ordinary pig." "Well", said Mrs. Zuckerman, "it seems to me you're a little off. It seems to me we have no ordinary spider.

  • 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.

    E. B. White (2011). “In the Words of E.B. White: Quotations from America's Most Companionable of Writers”, p.117, Cornell University Press
  • 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

  • A writer is like a bean plant - he has his little day, and then gets stringy.

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