Anyone who writes down to children is simply wasting his time. You have to write up, not down. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Children hold spring so tightly in their brown fists-just as grownups, who are less sure of it, hold it in their hearts. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Mother: It's broccoli, dear. --- Child: I say it's spinach, and I say the hell with it. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
When I was a child people simply looked about them and were moderately happy; today they peer beyond the seven seas, bury… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Much of our adult morality, in books and out of them, has a stuffiness unworthy of childhood. Our grown-up conclusions often rest… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
“[This story] would seem to be for children, but I'm not fussy who reads it.” — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
A man's liberal and conservative phases seem to follow each other in a succession of waves from the time he is born.… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
“To hear, in the short space of one week, a Scottish terrier booed by an audience and President Roosevelt criticized by Charles Lindbergh was… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
The sea answers all questions, and always in the same way; for when you read in the papers the interminable discussions and the bickering… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
New York blends the gift of privacy with the excitement of participation; and better than most dense communities it succeeds in insulating the individual… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
The terror of the atom age is not the violence of the new power but the speed of man's adjustment to it, the speed… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
When my wife's Aunt Caroline was in her nineties, she lived with us, and she once remarked: 'Remembrance is sufficient of the beauty we… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Anyone who writes down to children is simply wasting his time. You have to write up, not down. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
A writer should concern himself with whatever absorbs his fancy, stirs his heart, and unlimbers his typewriter. ... A writer has the duty to… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
I seldom went to bed before two or three o'clock in the morning, on the theory that if anything of interest were to happen… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Necessity first mothered invention. Now invention has little ones of her own, and they look just like grandma. — E. B. White Copy Share Image
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