Without action, a vision is just a piece of paper. In education, we have lots of paper.

Muses are fickle, and many a writer, peering into the voice, has escaped paralysis by ascribing the creative responsibility to a talisman: a lucky charm, a brand of paper, but most often a writing instrument. Am I writing well? Thank my pen. Am I writing badly? Don’t blame me blame my pen. By such displacements...

What I play now isn’t surf music. It’s too powerful. I used to go through paper bags; now I go through brick walls. I play hard.

you’re all a bunch of sheep!” and even if they did say anything, I doubt anyone would listen… they’re all too obsessed and attached to their cellular phones and overly big televisions and whatever other moronic things they’ve got these days… it almost makes me want an apocalypse to happen, to erase digital technology and...

I don’t need a piece of paper to suggest that I can commit myself.

As writers we live life twice, like a cow that eats its food once and then regurgitates it to chew and digest it again. We have a second chance at biting into our experience and examining it. …This is our life and it’s not going to last forever. There isn’t time to talk about someday...

What should be standing in the shoes of passion, and be walking on the plans of action is sitting in the ink on the papper. Why? Because of the fear to start.

Civilization transformed man from a food gatherer to a gatherer of pieces of paper: diplomas, employment contracts, money, etc.

Being an authority on paper does not immediately grant you authority over a group until it is earned by you and given by them.

Sit and quiet yourself. Luxuriate in a certain memory and the details will come. Let the images flow. You’ll be amazed at what will come out on paper. I’m still learning what it is about the past that I want to write. I don’t worry about it. It will emerge. It will insist on being...

To put what you see on paper is the same as funneling what you feel through yourself as a performer.

Lack of courage is what makes big dreams to sit in the ink of the paper instead of them running in the shoes of actions. Without courage, you remain a dreamer!

I learned how to draw from being bored in school. I would doodle on the margins of my paper.

My printer printed off blank pages. Is my printer out of ink, or do I just have nothing to say?

My life looked good on paper – where, in fact, almost all of it was being lived.

A letter to the beloved is like the ink kissing the paper. (Une lettre à l’aimée, c’est – L’encre embrassant le papier)

I made a circle with a smile for a mouth on yellow paper, because it was sunshiny and bright.

And speaking of this wonderful machine:[840] I’m puzzled by the difference betweenTwo methods of composing: A, the kind Which goes on solely in the poet’s mind,A testing of performing words, while heIs soaping a third time one leg, and B,The other kind, much more decorous, whenHe’s in his study writing with a pen. In method...

In an age of infinite digital documentation, paper was the last safe place for secrets.

And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone’s soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so much pain and still survive.

With different changes but the same plot, sometimes our story has already unfolded. It’s just trapped in the pages of ink and paper. God is waiting in His Word.

Pencil. Paper. Forget the world.

To say she is only a woman is to say a violin is a piece of wood with strings, and Dante is mere ink printed on paper.

You were with Margo Roth Spiegelman last night? At THREE A.M.? I nodded. Alone? I nodded. Oh my God, if you hooked up with her, you have to tell me every single thing that happened. You have to write me a term paper on the look and feel of Margo Roth Spiegelman’s breasts. Thrity pages,...

If I were stranded on a desert island, and could have only one person and three things with me, I’d want Nietzsche, a pen, paper, and a stick-on mustache.

Like a warrior in the battlefield, a writer must endeavour to use his pen to stamp the paper with his identity.

I discovered Orson Welles in college; my freshman English professor screened ‘Citizen Kane’ for us, and I wound up writing a 20-page term paper on it.

I was always a writer, by which I mean I was always scribbling away, doing something with pen and paper.

Put a compass to paper and trace a circle. Then tell me which other country has such a concentration of places like Amalfi, Naples, Ischia, Procida, Sorrento, Positano, Pompeii, and Capri.

Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked.How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?

This paper was one of my digressions into abstract economics.

Never keep staring at the dreams you have on the paper… Don’t just live like a spectator. You have the power, you have the mine, you have the skills, you can dribble your obstacles to get your goals moving to the other

Olaotan! Olaotan!! Olaotan!!! It’s half past time to write”, I only have three things at my disposal: A pen, A piece of paper, and a crowded mind.

So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it.

The drawing is already partly there – it’s in the paper. And the paper is talking before you do.

Endangered forests are being slaughtered for toilet paper.

She loves mysteries that she became one.

Sean Penn’s really the only one stupid enough to put anything down on paper.

It is said that if you want to change the world, take pen and write. I want to add that if you want to maintain that change, then be the ruler to rule the pen’s lines. True rulers are true leaders; they maintain a change!

These bits of paper are covered with lies. They poison your minds. And so long as they exist, you cannot hope to see the world as it truly is.(…)You turn to them for answers and salvation. (…) You rely more upon them than upon yourselves. This makes you weak and stupid. You trust in words....

Pop just didn’t have enough substance for me. All this nyah-nyah-nyah, you know, ‘Paper Tiger’ and ‘Hold the Ladder, James’ and ‘Crimson and Clover.’ That wasn’t music!

And everything was made of paper: sentences, pardons, pleas, bad records, demerits, proof of guilt, but never, it seemed, proof of innocence. If there were no paper, Carter felt, the entire judicial system would collapse and disappear.

Oh, well, faint heart never won so much as a scrap of paper

If you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all

Dreams are like paper, they tear so easily.

It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.

The letter we all love to receive is one that carries so much of the writer’s personality that she seems to be sitting beside us, looking at us directly and talking just as she really would, could she have come on a magic carpet, instead of sending her proxy in ink-made characters on mere paper.

Surely it is an odd way to spend your life – sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist, except in your head. Why on...

There is a master way with words which is not learned but is instead developed: a deaf man develops exceptional vision, a blind man exceptional hearing, a silent man, when given a piece of paper…

Lagrange, in one of the later years of his life, imagined that he had overcome the difficulty (of the parallel axiom). He went so far as to write a paper, which he took with him to the Institute, and began to read it. But in the first paragraph something struck him that he had not...