“Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last--the city of final destination, the city that… — E.B. White Copy Share Image
“...[S]ometimes in writing of myself ... 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, an antic sound.” — E.B. White Copy Share Image
“In the loveliest town of all where the houses were white and high and the elm trees were green and higher than the houses… — E.B. White Copy Share Image
“On any person who desires such queer prizes, New York will bestow the gift of loneliness and the gift of privacy. It is this… — E.B. White Copy Share Image
“But the city makes up for its hazards and its deficiencies by supplying its citizens with massive doses of a supplementary vitamin-the sense of… — E.B. White Copy Share Image
“Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of… — E.B. White Copy Share Image
“A library is many things. It’s a place to go, to get in out of the rain. It’s a place to go if you… — E.B. White Copy Share Image
“Remember that writing is translation, and the opus to be translated is yourself.” — E.B. White Copy Share Image
“Just the minute another person is drawn into some one's life, there begin to arise undreamed-of complexities, and from such a simple beginning as… — E.B. White Copy Share Image
“Your essays spoke of beauty, of love, of light and darkness, of joy and sorrow, and of the goodness of life. They were wonderful… — E.B. White Copy Share Image
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