The mind travels faster than the pen; consequently, writing becomes a question of learning to make occasional wing shots, bringing down the bird of thought as it flashes by. A writer is a gunner, sometimes waiting in the blind for something to come in, sometimes roaming the countryside hoping to scare something up.
E. B. WhiteDemocracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
E. B. WhiteOld 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.
E. B. WhiteA shaft of sunlight at the end of a dark afternoon, a note of music, and the way the back of a babyโs neck smells if itโs mother keeps it tidy,โ answered Henry. โCorrect,โ said Stuart. โThose are the important things. You forgot one thing, though. Mary Bendix, what did Henry Rackmeyer forget?โ โHe forgot ice cream with chocolate sauce on it,โ said Mary quickly.
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