I’m ambidextrous. I can write just as poorly with either hand.

I prefer the pen. There is something elemental about the glide and flow of nib and ink on paper.

A bad handwriting is as annoying to a reader … as an irritating voice is to a listener.

ty var människas handstil förändras oavbrutet, en liten smula vart år, kanske omärkligt för henne själv, men lika oundvikligt och säkert som ansiktet, hållningen, rörelserna, själen.

Handwriting enables civilization.

Like seeing a photograph of yourself as a child, encountering handwriting that you know was once yours but that now seems only dimly familiar can inspire a confrontation with the mystery of time.

Max never intended to be messy with his writing, which he could read just fine, years later if necessary, even if his teachers couldn’t. He merely found that his active mind tended to move too...

will be at noon.” I’d better write and mail all my love letters in my mannequin handwriting.

To my amazement, miraculously, the lid suddenly loosened and slid all the way open, revealing its hidden cargo: A stack of small paper booklets. Dozens and dozens of them. Booklets made of ordinary sheets of...

I cannot marry the facts of William Shakespeare to his verse: Other men had led lives in some sort of keeping with their thought, but this man is in wide contrast.

My writing looks like it’s ten steps behind my mind, and racing to always catch up.

The child is father of the man….attributed to Sigmund Freud, but believed to have been coined by a well-known poet years before Freud’s time

A woman’s perfume tells more about her than her handwriting.

I no longer believe that William Shakespeare the actor from Stratford was the author of the works that have been ascribed to him.

Think about it: send SLASH receive. Email is the frenzied killer of proper communication.

Writing with a biro is the emotional equivalent of giving your loved one a plastic rose on Valentine’s Day.

I have never thought that the man of Stratford-on-Avon wrote the plays of Shakespeare.

The life of Shakespeare is a fine mystery and I tremble every day lest something turn up.

…there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk...