“I haven't told why I wrote the book, but I haven't told you why I sneeze, either. A book is a sneeze.” — 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
“I remember a day in class when he leaned forward, in his characteristic pose - the pose of a man about to impart a… — E.B. White Copy Share Image
“Explaining a joke is like dissecting a frog. You understand it better but the frog dies in the process.” — E.B. White Copy Share Image
