Mother: It's broccoli, dear. ---
Child: I say it's spinach, and I say the hell with it.
E. B. White
Mother: It's broccoli, dear. ...
Quotes from the same author
Not even a collapsing world looks dark to a man who is about to make his fortune.
E. B. White
Security, for me, took a tumble not when I read that there were Communists in Hollywood but when I read your editorial in praise of loyalty testing and thought control. If a man is in health, he doesn't need to take anybody else's temperature to know where he is going.
E. B. White
A shaft of sunlight at the end of a dark afternoon, a note of music, and the way the back of a baby’s neck smells if it’s mother keeps it tidy, answered Henry. Correct, said Stuart. Those are the important things. You forgot one thing, though. Mary Bendix, what did Henry Rackmeyer forget? He forgot ice cream with chocolate sauce on it, said Mary quickly.
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I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
E. B. White
Life is always rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.
E. B. White
