They done Wrong Like ink from a busted pen Thrown away 'cause of someone else Used up But he come back Dressed… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
This metropolitan world, then, is a world where flesh and blood is less real than paper and ink and celluloid. — Lewis Mumford Copy Share Image
I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time and was… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The letter we all love to receive is one that carries so much of the writer’s personality that she seems to be… — Emily Post Copy Share Image
The born-yesterday French-besotted faddists, addicted sniffers of wet printer's ink, think they're starting on the ground floor; so they're condemned to another… — Camille Paglia Copy Share Image
I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top:… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
Beware as you get the octopus on board. Suddenly he relaxes his grasp, and shhots out a jet of ink, which smarts… — Wilfred Grenfell Copy Share Image
Where some may see flat, static narratives, I see a spectrum of tonal gradations and realities. What I am creating is literally… — Toyin Odutola Copy Share Image
“Technically, you cannot really own a book you bought; you can only own the sheets of paper your copy is printed on;… — Mokokoma Mokhonoana Copy Share Image
Perhaps, some day, humanity can start afresh, a new world, a tabula rasa, a world with a mind without prior experiences. No… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
Some minds are made of blotting-paper: you can write nothing on them distinctly. They swallow the ink, and you find a large… — Augustus William Hare Copy Share Image
A multitude of words doth rather obscure than illustrate, they being a burden to the memory, and the first apt to be… — John Ray Copy Share Image
Davis is a literargy dyspeptic who had more ink than blood in his veins, an intriguer, buys with private enmities. — Edward A. Pollard Copy Share Image
i sometimes felt as if these marks on my body were a kind of code, which blossomed, then faded, like invisible ink… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Oh, Narcissus! My heart beats ink for you. A pulse in every line. It's your eyes my words want to be read… — Steven L. Sheppard Copy Share Image
A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Everything becomes agitated. Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages.… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“I think i should get love inked on my skin. Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.” — Anjum Choudhary Copy Share Image
There is no escaping, at times, the gloomy suspicion that fiddling with pens and ink is, after all, no fit employment for… — James Branch Cabell Copy Share Image
The permanence of ink encourages one to "go for it," to try to put the line right where it should be... continued… — Paul Laseau Copy Share Image
Who does not see that I have taken a road along which I shall go, without stopping and without effort, as long… — Michel de Montaigne Copy Share Image
Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate. — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
