Even now; with a thousand little voyages notched in my belt. I still feel a memorial chill on casting off.
E. B. WhiteIs there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider's web?
E. B. WhiteI guess I remembered clearest of all the early mornings, when the lake was cool and motionless, remembered how the bedroom smelled of the lumber it was made of and of the wet woods whose scent entered through the screen.
E. B. WhiteThere is no satisfactory explanation of style, no infallible guide to good writing, no assurance that a person who thinks clearly will be able to write clearly, no key that unlocks the door, no inflexible rules by which the young writer may steer his course. He will often find himself steering by stars that are disturbingly in motion.
E. B. White