I'm not letting him write anything. I didn't do anything. I just took his pen. — Jason Williams Copy Share Image
“He wrote because he liked to write; he did not abridge, because he cared not to abridge. He sat down, he took… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sorrow, it is said, will make even an oyster feel poetical. I never tried my hand at that sort of writing but… — Davy Crockett Copy Share Image
“When it was time to write, and he took his pen in his hand, he never thought of consequences; he thought of… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
Freedom begins the moment you realize someone else has been writing your story and it's time you took the pen from his… — Bill Moyers Copy Share Image
He took up his pen, which seemed to parch like a martyrin his hand. He began to write, nevertheless, addressing the nine-and-ninety… — Alexander Theroux Copy Share Image
“The move away from writing poetry was gradual. It was a gentle slope into a muddy pond; it was a collection of… — Angela Doll Carlson Copy Share Image
“He took the pen and book from her and faltered. “Just write anything – anything trivial that won't matter if it comes… — Dianna Hardy Copy Share Image
