“Know that blank pages feel the urge of the ink as much as tears paint a different pain, changes” — Goitsemang Sandra Mvula Copy Share Image
“There is aerated ink caked in the air vents from the printing presses that shake the whole building when they run. Some… — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
Printer's ink has been running a race against gunpowder these many, many years. Ink is handicapped, in a way, because you can… — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
Eventually she came. She appeared suddenly, exactly like she'd done that day- she stepped into the sunshine, she jumped, she laughed and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Text is just ink on a page until a reader comes along and gives it life. — Louise Rosenblatt Copy Share Image
“The "friend" who consistently points out the flaws in your plan, or uses a magnifying glass to find the defect in your… — Liz Faublas-Wallace Copy Share Image
“He perched the bat on his shoulder, giving a nod that he understood I needed his help. With one loud yell and… — Holly Hood Copy Share Image
I like the Cyclostyle ink; it is so inky. I do not think there is anyone who takes quite such a fierce… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I went to a strict elementary school with nuns, and uniforms that I'm pretty sure were made out of sandpaper. It was… — Zosia Mamet Copy Share Image
Trapped in silence, Marco traces apologies and adorations across Celia's body with his tongue. Mutely expressing all the things he cannot speak… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
The condemned social order has not been built up on paper and ink, and I don't fancy that a combination of paper… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
I got myself a really nice nib pen, with like 15 kinds of India Ink, and tons of different nibs; I think… — Demetri Martin Copy Share Image
The Bible is the written word of God, and because it is written it is confined and limited by the necessities of… — Aiden Wilson Tozer Copy Share Image
Retarded kids are the best. When they ask for an autograph I just fake sign a picture and tell them that it's… — Zach Braff Copy Share Image
I don't even own a computer. I write by hand then I type it up on an old manual typewriter. But I… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
A mass of Latin words falls upon the facts like soft snow, blurring the outline and covering up all the details. The… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
I was drawing professionally by the time I was 12. I used to do very detailed sort of photorealistic pen-and-ink work, and… — Dan Povenmire Copy Share Image
An ink bottle, which now seems impossibly quaint, was still thinkable as a symbol in 1970. — Jonathan Franzen Copy Share Image
Coffee falls into the stomach... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop... the shafts of wit start up like… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same colour, purple-blue-green, as… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
The thread has snapped. No sound even to mark the breaking let alone the fall. That long anticipated disintegration, when the darkest… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
