It was said of old Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough, that she never puts dots over her I s, to save ink. — Horace Walpole Copy Share Image
To call that writing, madam, is an insult to quills and ink across the world. — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
I'm the sort of person who doesn't write in ink. I only write in pencil, so it can be rubbed out. — Ian Mckellen Copy Share Image
Wine can be a better teacher than ink, and banter is often better than books — Stephen Fry Copy Share Image
“I'll always be the yearning poet bleeding ink chasing stars drunk on dreams.” — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
Modern poets mix too much water with their ink. [Ger., Neuere Poeten thun viel Wasser in die Tinte.] — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We are material creatures who spend much of our lives on material pursuits (even building a cathedral or writing a novel requires… — Virginia Postrel Copy Share Image
The information in DNA could no more be reduced to the chemical than could the ideas in a book be reduced to… — Michael Polanyi Copy Share Image
Compliments of congratulation are always kindly taken, and cost nothing but pen, ink and paper. I consider them as draughts upon good… — Lord Chesterfield Copy Share Image
We have all the freedoms we want. But what we are missing is red ink: the language to articulate our non-freedom. The… — Slavoj Žižek 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
Novels aren’t just happy escapes; they are slivers of people’s souls, nailed to the pages, dripping ink from veins of wood pulp.… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
The Proustian aquarium: grotesque and gorgeous fish drifting with languid fins through a subaqueous medium of pale violet polluted ink. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
The boy spends most of his time reading. And writing, of course. He copies out sections of books, writes out words and… — Erin Morgenstern 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
The burning of a book is a sad, sad sight, for even though a book is nothing but ink and paper, it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
I wonder if I can write this history, or if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness… — Robin Hobb 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
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
There is a velvety sensuality here at the mouth of the Mississippi that you won't find anywhere else. Tell me what the… — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image