After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.
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E.B. White
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We take to the breeze, we go as we please.

By E.B. White

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

By E.B. White

A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

By E.B. White
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