Who can confidently say what ignites a certain combination of words, causing them to explode in the mind? Who knows why certain… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumble… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Too many things on my mind, said Wilbur. Well, said the goose, that's not my trouble. I have nothing at all on… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
I discovered a long time ago that writing of the small things of the day, the trivial matters of the heart, the… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but the thing dies in the process and the innards are discouraging to any… — 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
Writing is one way to go about thinking, and the practice and habit of writing not only drain the mind but supply… — 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
