Charlotte’s Web is a children’s novel by American author E. B. White and illustrated by Garth Williams; it was published in October 15, 1952, by Harper & Brothers. The novel tells the story of a livestock pig named Wilbur and his friendship with a barn spider named Charlotte. When Wilbur is in danger of being slaughtered by the farmer, Charlotte writes messages praising Wilbur (such as “Some Pig”) in her web in order to persuade the farmer to let him live. –wikipedia
Why did you do all this for me? I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you.
Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They’ll believe anything they see in print.
After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, and we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle.
Never hurry and never worry!
It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention.
When your stomach is empty and your mind is full, it’s always hard to sleep.
What do you mean less than nothing? I don’t think there is any such thing as less than nothing. Nothing is absolutely the limit of nothingness. It’s the lowest you can go. It’s the end of the line.
If there were something that was less than nothing, then nothing would not be nothing, it would be something— even though it’s just a very little bit of something. But if nothing is nothing, then nothing has nothing that is less than it is.
Do you understand how there could be any writing in a spider’s web?
Oh, no, I don’t understand it. But for that matter I don’t understand how a spider learned to spin a web in the first place. When the words appeared, everyone said they were a miracle. But nobody pointed out that the web itself is a miracle.
What’s miraculous about a spider’s web? I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle— it’s just a web.
Ever try to spin one?
Wilbur didn’t want food, he wanted love. He wanted a friend— someone who would play with him.
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year— the days when summer is changing into autumn — the crickets spread the rumour of sadness and change.
On foggy mornings, Charlotte’s web was truly a thing of beauty. This morning each thin strand was decorated with dozens of tiny beads of water. The web glistened in the light and made a pattern of loveliness and mystery, like a delicate veil.
Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.