E. B. White Quotes

She would write 8 or10 words, then draw her gun and shoot them down.

A man who publishes his letters becomes a nudist – nothing shields him from the world’s gaze except his bare skin.

Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes.

It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.

It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.

I’m less than two months old and I’m tired of living.