Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider's web?
E. B. WhiteThe young writer should learn to spot them: words that at first glance seem freighted with delicious meaning, but that soon burst in the air, leaving nothing but a memory of bright sound.
E. B. WhiteAll we need is a meteorologist who has once been soaked to the skin without ill effect. No one can write knowingly of the weather who walks bent over on wet days.
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